Lagging,
to be sure not to forget
nothing on the street.
still go ahead,
despite the weight of immobility
that crushes us and wants
bury.
A slow, silent march,
only the sound of
joints creaking,
threatening to divest
at every step.
But do not give importance
we continue straight,
forcing ourselves to smile and greet,
pretending that ours is only
a walk.
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