by Taylor Graham

    He’s logged 9,000 miles along the corridors
    of the downtown mall, another afternoon
    stolen from sunshine. But the heart
    keeps him going, blood-
    pressure ricocheting along the arteries,
    express of breath from lungs.
    He matches pace with shoppers, easier
    to march in company, and safe. And
    yet, the day is lost
    to sunshine, and dinner will be
    a health-smart stir-fry, tofu pale
    as thighs that walk the mall
    every day and even in the rain.
    Tomorrow at ten, morning will slip
    inside the multiple glass doors,
    having parked
    its sun outside.

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