“Block”
Every ten paces
new porches, alleys, fences.
Doors to other lives.
Steve D
Every ten paces
new porches, alleys, fences.
Doors to other lives.
Steve D
A piece of the pie,
a space in a crowded bed,
or sometimes, a cold.
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Walking, strollering,
to find animals and hope,
that one says hello.
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Opportunity,
face-to-face conversations
like Teams with handshakes.
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Rusted ruddy shell,
nearly lost in an old shed,
yet the motor roars.
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Little lives criss-crossed,
sharing histories unknown,
legacy friendships.
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Peruse neighborhoods,
each home a potential life,
a forever place.
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Interstitial arcs,
cross-weaving character threads,
patterns emerge.
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Balanced green stalk to
dry and harden to kindling
or turn to soil.
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Cool relief washes,
chest rises, falls like the tide.
Ocean in your lungs.
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