Sidewalks

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edited February 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
The sidewalks he walks he knows too well
And while the sun rises anew each morning
It's the same sun
He walks, and at every turn
Learns
This place knows him too well
Every corner a mark of the heart
And midnight hugs
Slipping shrugs
Green-lit doorways opening
To open arms
Junk mail piles and broken glass
Scratched-off doctor names
Do the sidewalks exclaim
And explain
At every turn, each corner
A part, a day
In a way he knows nothing
Simply remembers
Late, lonely walks
Under the beneficent moon
Eventually hand in hand, mind in mind
The sidewalk leads out of town, cuts
Stops in a grassy field
He knows
Teamwork. Rawk. Pwnage. Infinite Possibilities. YIELD. Hells yeah.
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  • (I had an old one titled the same in my notebook....)
    9/11/06

    Sidewalks

    The occupations
    All come with tools
    Shovels and knives
    And aprons
    Test tubes and shoes
    And broken glass
    Falling leaves
    Shell casings
    The outlines of dried tear drops
    Things like that
    Is what I see on the sidewalk
    These people pushed
    By the tools
    of the occupation
    Tree roots escaping slowly
    Tripping enough
    To be ripped up
    Cut down
    Foolish foolish growth

    And falling leaves
    Teamwork. Rawk. Pwnage. Infinite Possibilities. YIELD. Hells yeah.
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