Friday, 7 January 2011

Journeys in the Snow

I walked home in the snow
footsteps softened
fresh, clean steps
as if I'm the only one
to have ever walked here.

The cars ripped up those
fresh, clean steps
turned them in to 
a mild no man's land
right in the middle of the road.

I saw a boy on a scooter
wheels valiantly turning
a mean part of me
wished him to fall
he did not. 

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