These streets
Chalk tile, gum pocked
Grey
Carve names
In invisible ink
To the souls of your feet
"Remember me
When you pass my way
No more."
Calling with the memory
Of stone, cut, carved
Forgiving
Like the rain that keeps
It clean.
Friday, March 06, 2009
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