I watch him walking, his gate,
Where he chooses to walk,
Down the roadway
That leads to my work.
Not walking on the sidewalk,
In his crocs, in the grass,
Two feet to the left
Of the sidewalk instead.
I see him walking,
Across the blacktop so soon
Long days, late nights,
Some smoke along the way.
Two feet to the left,
Touching nature instead
Not walking on the sidewalk,
Somehow better each day.
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December 18, 2023
Two feet to the left
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Where he chooses to walk,
Down the roadway
That leads to my work.
In his crocs, in the grass,
Two feet to the left
Of the sidewalk instead.
Across the blacktop so soon
Long days, late nights,
Some smoke along the way.
Touching nature instead
Not walking on the sidewalk,
Somehow better each day.
December 18, 2023
Two feet to the left
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