Crushed Limestone
i used to hike the entire trail
without seeing another soul..
but a political bug changed that
people are swarming here now
I counted fourteen cars before 8:00am today
i hardly see any wildlife anymore
the critters have retreated to the green center
far away from the unleashed people,,, and dogs
the pervs and the dealers have moved in
just the other day a watched a couple of cops questioning
a young couple-never did find out what that was all about
and just last month a crazy woman attacked somebody with a knife
signs have sprung up reminding to lock cars
this little walk of mine is no longer peaceful
you can't let your guard down for a minute
you never know what's coming from behind you
i don't listen for the songs of birds as much as I
i listen for the sound of crushed limestone
underfoot
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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