Boulevard Low

Concrete cracks between the visual impact that Taking two legged creatures off to step Night walkers stalk, boulevard bound, to town Old man, head and cane bent in that direction Taping solid sounds, hollow notes that don't return Don't know where to go along the road in dark Girls in short dresses march with stiletto heels Break cement's silent night with curses They turn the corner. Buildings stare at skirts Bubble gum chews attract attention Shoes and hearts pounding down into forever The thoroughfare listens for young girls, who Move slow, when there is no where else to go The highway stands alone out there Not closed for construction as suggested by the sign The boulevard reflects on clouds dangling soft and low Precipitation covers up relics in a wash of age Legs fill in missing steps then walk away Between the pavement calm Curved lines remain the same Hide solemnly in the rain unnamed,