Raising Consciousness

That 20 minute morning walk, I tried
to notice where I went and felt, instead
of concentrating on ideas I spied
reviewing journal entries. In my head
I wandered, while each 8-pound weighted tread
was made amid air springtime soft and sweet.
I caught a train and rode it as I read,
and only focused rising to the street.

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