Set Asidewalk

Just a little something I thought up . . .

like that old sidewalk

across the way

 

walked on

 

forgotten

 

left to expand and contract

from winter nights to summer days

until it is cracked

 

and worn

 

        and tired

 

and eventually

just walked around

 

like gray-scale pieces

that no longer fit

as they once did

and are left with nothing

but scratched pennies

and chewed gum

 

sometimes my heart feels

something like that

 

Reviews

[Red Rose]

nice . . . i like the elusive yet "concrete" feel of the poem. (no pun intended.) it's a moment of interiority so hard to put into words.