Weather Walk

attuning
silence
twenty minutes to cross a room
still
in the paint
exposed
by the light
unseen
but imagined
hanging dust
harsh against darkness
hot
on the bare boards
on our skin
forgetting
shuffles and coughs
attentive
fidgeting
forgetting
programmes
the adjustment of coats
forgetting
presence
or absence
the one script
a changing climate
crossing the space
eventually one
will take
a step

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