#sidewalk
They’re a hindrance.
Snaking alongside the streets with their
Crooked edges
Where I live, you know life is good
When you don’t have to take the sidewalk.
As I wander through old stones and dark, loved places,
I want to be
Alone,
to hear the city like a fading drum
Played by June’s lazy heat.
The high walls are the best concert hall for my humming soles
And it feels best, alone with your mind, to wander
Where cars don’t push you against the sidewalk’s slither.
–
My poem for July 17th’s Pardy Prompt, ‘Sidewalks’.
Sat, 14 May 2022 19:01:06
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