They wanted to take a breather.

Swallow the kilometers

that wear out the shoes

and push back the malaise

by their feet.

With other pilgrims, they proudly made

the same farewell vows on the road.

To travel in peace

like others breakfast in silence.

Abandoning Verona and its sort, they

returned this morning

To smell the stale air of my neurons

That they had never left.

Daniel Burnier

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