Introspection

On Boxing Day in Newfoundland.

I start without ceremony or expectation, all wet sticks, newspaper bits, and saw cuts.

I am lethargy and intention, watching broad swaths of sun coat the backs of mountains.

I sit roughly, collapsed against black metal, smoking furtively, beckoning commitment not yet mustered.

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