the concrete lane

crevices cradling

dust of walk-by shoes


the stone pavement

in hope of holding

another stray peruse


the lonely bower

wishing for the walk

of a wandering muse


the forgotten street

forging history for

another ancient ruse


the bustling crossroad

still staying for those who

pass away, impart recluse


the dark alley

walled both sides, its

own escape, an excuse


paths, and ways

and maps and days…

stay grounded for them 

to travel far

visiting frays of

passenger feet

remain all, alas 

for what they


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