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five in the morning

our politicians have failed us
that’s what’s in my head
as I go jogging one early morning
in a city I’ve never been
[until the night before]

I couldn’t sleep
maybe it was the jet lag
maybe it was all the worries
inside my mind

it shouldn’t be like this I say
as I race along the river lee
a heavy mist blanketing
the surroundings
a heavy heart inside my body
beating 128 times per minute

I tell myself today will be different
I will find a way not to count
all the chickens before they’re hatched

everything seems to be a circle
I’m telling myself
as I walk briskly on the path
the rear of the hotel coming into view
fishermen along the river
undoubtedly living in the moment





september two thousand twenty-three
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