A MORNING STRATEGY

I felt a bit silly
walking through
my tunnel made of trees
holding my hands
stretched out
in front of me
and clutching a big stick
held vertically
to minimize the impact
of invisible spider webs
that could deplete
my early morning pleasure.
I was glad
no one was around
to see me
walking like a drum major.
As soon as I arrived
in open spaces
I released by baton
and laughed a little.A MORNING STRATEGY

I felt a bit silly
walking through
my tunnel made of trees
holding my hands
stretched out
in front of me
and clutching a big stick
held vertically
to minimize the impact
of invisible spider webs
that could deplete
my early morning pleasure.
I was glad
no one was around
to see me
walking like a drum major.
As soon as I arrived
in open spaces
I released by baton
and laughed a little.

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