Savannah

Waking in a new place with your feet
still on the ground, train-cramped,
sun rising and feeling
you’ve earned the 10°C
wind on your skin after leaving
a New York snowstorm,
three feet of slush, and your boots
still drying, the broken boots
you will later accidentally
super-glue your hair to
in a Best Western hotel washroom,
trying to glue the sole
back onto its body.

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