(no subject)
I walk down this street
like I have
twenty years ago.
The walks kick up dirt
that I have
now begun to know.
Sidewalk's dirty and trampled
with bits,
gravel sticks like cloves.
But I walk this place like opening scene.
Houses of strangers, strange dreams
I have yet, to know.
No one can guess
what we'll have
underneath our melting snow...
like I have
twenty years ago.
The walks kick up dirt
that I have
now begun to know.
Sidewalk's dirty and trampled
with bits,
gravel sticks like cloves.
But I walk this place like opening scene.
Houses of strangers, strange dreams
I have yet, to know.
No one can guess
what we'll have
underneath our melting snow...