Concrete Steps

Concrete Steps Concrete steps took the old woman with her cane The last hours fell on her sidewalk awkward gait There is nothing like a walk to town Flowing rain, following shadows down Buildings changing into complex shapes in fading light We were sad to see her go, though It was not her nature to be held back Along the narrow closing road She took alley ways far from the shops They were closed Everyone knew that One foot was bad, the other slow from lost grace and age None of that mattered, in her travels, and who had time for facts She headed in her own circles by cane and foot Which took direction to, no special place or path There was no reason to go out at this late hour And the city is too far from home If she finds her way back unharmed we will be happy Her shoes are waiting here, where she had left them There is always the concern for broken glass Concrete steps must be measured on the path When walking with naked feet along the street