You are on a road but at every
point
Simultaneously. You are singing
Beneath a clear sky while
sheltering
Under insufficient trees from
sleety rain
You are being robbed. You have
become
A robber, the newest member of
the band
And their aged captain as well.
You are eating
At dozens of inns, at farmhouses,
in fields.
You’re hungry and the next meal
Is days away. Your dreams are all
happening
Right now and vagrants have set
up shelters
In their bright alleys and ruined
courts.
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