A Pavement's Width
Six abreast, fanned out,
young as the morning
and angry as the day to come,
near impenetrable,
but for some bold response;
I'll not bother to challenge,
I'll forcefully go my way,
and besides, no reasoning
would be warranted.
One alone, giving way,
old as the night
and withered as the day behind,
near incomprehensible,
but for the fact that I know;
I'll not stop to enquire,
I'll march by ashamed,
and besides, no answer
would be bold enough.
I already know why anyway.
5th October 2018
Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2018
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