Sidewalks
The sobriety of others cross
Our paths in shadowed lines
Their blur, a noise, a quiet breeze
Recedes in stretching time
Small permanence of our design
That we exchange in parts
Across the cobbled stone we stride
Hard fashioned, in who we aren’t
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R D | Year Posted 2009
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