A walk

On a gray, indulgent
New Orleans afternoon
I took a walk

by myself

in rhythm; driving
pelting, jazz-percussion
drops on nylon-hood
rain

just to remember what
it was like to be alone.

Alone is the axis upon
which we all spin
sometimes smoothly
at others, wobbly
and unsure in our own
orbit’s uncertainty
.
Thus, my only insight

aside from remembering
just how damn good it
feels to be in the rain,
getting wet,

walking.

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