Morning Walk

Foul smelling fish juice

puddles in

the elevator we ride from

eight to one.

Three minute walk to


school  allows

our souls to breathe, ask


questions that cause Dad to sweat,

son to smile.


The past the same church

lady each day,

we used to

bow and even utter words.

Multiple contact led to fear.


Still, in her

predictable garb

you can feel her need

to expand life, even if

in small ways.


New glasses,

new love, a new haircut, some


beyond the daily

grind.  None will happen.


In the last

Segment…subtle walking

Race occurs.

Youth view switches your

focus, walk hard man.

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