where are my feet
beneath
the soiled steps
taken
too quickly
the tiniest
lip
cracked and grey
bites
betrays
bruises
bone
my ankle
hoarding
forgotten
blood
I hear my steps
slapping the skin
of the sidewalk
I want to walk
in the quiet
moments
to run in the still air
Hear
the raucous
laughter
of wild parrots
not of here
but like me
somehow
call it
home
October 2026 Poetry Project
Day 19 of 31
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