Today is my birthday,
My own personal New Year’s Day.
If I squint, I see something up ahead
I feel a breeze at my back.
Pebbles in my shoes
Slow me down.
I hear music, or are those voices,
Floating through open windows.
I walk past doorways.
I care less about where I’m going
Than where my foot falls next.
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