“I LIKE MY WALKS”

people watch me walking
through this suburban nightmare,
grocery bags swinging in hand.
they look out
from their cars and wonder,
"why is that poor man
walking?
why isn't he driving
everywhere
like us?"

i know they think this
because i used to think this
when i saw the same thing
on the same street
ten years ago.

i know, now,
my answer.

i prefer to be
on the outside
looking in,
rather than
the alternative.
or maybe
i consider it my
"hunger-gatherer"
exercise.
or maybe
i don't see the sense
of wasting cents,
since the store is so
close.
or maybe
it's just
that
i like my walks.
i do like
my walks.
don't you?

narrative poem written on 03-22-2016 by: on mattkane.com
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