catch the tram to the end of the line
to walk along the new grass
at the edge of a new shopping centre
“opening in 2008”
next up is the great northern ring road
stand underneath for a moment
listen to the road above
rumbling with traffic
stop thinking about work, willya?
you’re supposed to be on holiday.
over the hills
past a bustling strip mall
thoughts bubble up
“y’know, the tram’s just over there
we could hop on and go home right now”
each step makes it easier to shake that off
as you turn into a machine
one foot in front of the other.
nine and a half kilometres
and a few phone interruptions later
but with a feeling you’ve achieved
a minor something.
the cat looks up and yawns in agreement.