remembering the weekend
On the weekend days my feet remember…
The frosty grass in the morning.
My hands remember the nice warm air in the afternoon.
My body remembers leaning over my lego skyscrapers.
My face remembers glaring over my buildings.
My arms remember moving fastly.
My legs remember being crossed.
Josh
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