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Oct 2014
boards angled,
slanting downward
between my ankles.

front and back,
not on the sides,
solid across my shin,
planted to the spot.

wall behind me;
leaning backwards
with my weight
balanced.

other people too;
my left and right;
don't remember faces;
not interested.

three days
feels like forever.
Timothy Alan Corner
Written by
Timothy Alan Corner  Buffalo, NY
(Buffalo, NY)   
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