Postcard from an Old Work Buddy

Shifted my focus,
turned 45 degrees to the right,
began walking.

Ended up near the equator,
removed my shoes,
wiggled free toes in the sand.

Plucked new fruit from an unnamed tree.
Suffered no ill-effects. 
New life, suits me fine. Wish you were here.?

For dVerse poets Quadrille Prompt: Shift
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