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[saltofthesea]

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...

Comments

[supermorgo]

this is beautiful.

[saltofthesea]

Thank you.

[portablehailey]

when are coming to see me so i can give you a hug?

HM???

what are your summer plans besides cornerstone?

[portablehailey]

ps: did you write this? beautiful.

i love the last stanza.

[saltofthesea]

I wrote it as I walked to evening church service, yesterday. I felt so small at the beginning. I sat on a neighbour's stone fence and wrote out these thoughts. I took them out and posted them from a piece of paper in my pocket.

[saltofthesea]

Hailey, I would love to see you.

I've applied to work, treeplanting, in July and August. I hope that works out. I don't have money or ways to get to anyone, before that. I've promised I'll see Moncton people, and go to NYC with Erin and John before CS. I've promised I won't hitch-hike, so I won't, but it's tempting.

[givemethesea]

umm....freaking amazing.

[saltofthesea]

Haha you're always such a sweetheart. I love how whenever we talk to each other, it's encouraging and beautiful.