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A Sticker On The Sidewalk

I stepped out on the sidewalk.
Each slab a solid stone.
My feet went pitter patting
as I went on alone.

Ahead the path seemed narrow.
The pressure on my legs.
I struggled with my footing.
My eyes greased back like eggs.

The journey now a day-dream.
A moment for my time.
The wind upon my ear-drums.
My mind nowhere to climb.

With runners on the surface,
my instinct not to talk.
A grime upon my soles.
A sticker for the walk.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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