Author & Depressed House Husband
O Walmart, how I’ve come to know your layout
Aisles may switch arbitrarily but your milk stays in the back left
Miles I’ve put beneath my feet on your scuffed floor
When a quick trip to Dollar General would do
O greenway, how comfortable I feel on your path
Your distance never wavers
Adaptable for speed and long runs
Through the seasons you remain my one constant