the sidewalk has little cracks
made up by the heat and cold
pulling at the seams
of the road that borders
it like the trees rising
out before you.
there are two directions stacked
on top of the corners and turns
gliding along the sea
of the feet that traverse
them like the beggers laying
out over you.
whatever signal you choose
flashing along the crossing
over the words scrawled
by the hand of visitors
like the guests checking
into your room.
another great batch! you are really wrting up a storm – bravo! good stuff. . .i really like this one – good movement from the expanse of nature back into the small intimacy of one room. clap * clap
thanks maman, I was thinking about posting some o’ these on scribophile and seeing what reaction they might get, I’ll include this one at your recommend ;)
what is scribophile??
it was this writing community site that i registered for awhile ago, i just checked it out again and seems to have fallen into no man’s land, so I think we’ll just keep blogging for now ;)