Between Me and the Earth


A concrete sidewalk
keeps my shoes clean,
caps the world of earthworms,
mud, and stones. It's tiresome
urban decor lacks a heartbeat,
offers not a hint of quartz or granite,
has no humility and makes of me
a stranger to the earth. I leave
no footprint to say that I was here.



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