spending

day of stasis and no
movement: I sat
and did not move, no
activity, watched
film after film, reel
after reel, looking out
at the white rain
curtain that drew its
veil over the day -

I loved the fire
fed it carefully -

no more the guilt
for a quiet unmoving body
after a lifetime of
rush, buses, trains,
frenetic hussle of a
working day: only reward
was money

here I spend it coin by coin
like minutes

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