Were Paves Meant
sifted sand
that slips the stalks
that forest from the crevices
ants with hot potato feet skim the glass
fragmented in the concrete gaze
kicking chewing gum Michelangelo's
Tar repair words
whisping dust bunny demons
shimmer realities hold
exhale returns
shelter me
from the heat
stinging soles
shoes retain the cold
and sits are seconds old
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