The city street doesn't sleep
and so remains ever tired.
The city street blackens feet
but has no sole of its own.
The city street keeps its secrets
and forgets them with new tar.
The city street takes a life
and is praised the next day.
The city street doesn't weep
until it's slippery when wet
and at its dead end.
©2008 RA
6.15.2008
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Sounds to me like you need to move into the country and get some grass under your toes.
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