No one walks this stretch
of pavement, at least not
this hour of day. You can tell
by the uninterrupted shadows
that even if the street
were populated with citizens,
it would be difficult to make
them out. But as I said,
no one walks here. It’s almost
an unwritten rule, although
I am inclined to believe
a conspiracy is transpiring
and if only I knew what everyone
else knew, I’d know better
than to be walking on the pavement
at this hour of day. I’ll walk
faster, but that won’t make
a difference, it only gives the shadows
more of a chance to reclaim what is
rightfully theirs. As if I were there.
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At This Hour Of Day
Joshua Keiter 