It was there
within a crack
of a sunbaked sidewalk
–a beaten trampled upon path
that i placed my brittle soul
within a gritty soiled ground.

Passerby, your foot so close
to the fractured light —
i see your sole but lost my own


Is the reason why i choose
that the thumb of rule is to be
that i watch the walkers
–>leaving me.

:: 1-13-2016 ::

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