cold cement reminds me of the steps outside school where i balanced myself on the railing and stood on that column feeling better than the people below me
cold cement makes me think of the road outside my house and the way the potholes filled with wet maple leaves after a day of autumn rain
cold cement, in my mind is that long, straight road hot beneath the summer sun but still cool in the shade, and somehow riding along that stretch was always enough to calm me down
cold cement, to me is the end of the line and the transition from earth to rock from open sky to cityscape
cold cement, to me is a love-hate relationship, really as it began to grow on me fond memories overlapping the edges of the sidewalk and washing over the toes of my boots
and cold cement, today was somehow comforting below me as i wavered between burning and frozen on the steps outside