a shouldered burden
blue eyes and glimpsed grimace
like the clinking of a crystal sky
hard leather shoes gleaming like burnt plywood
echoing on the cool damp pavement
a path of lives crossing, intersecting
voices which whisper hitherto
for a moment of fresh mint breath
billions of lives shadowing a forecast
wrapped in chaos or bliss
emotions and thoughts distracting
from the stones clustered under a fairy tale
teetering on the brink of another spectacle
of that running parallel
slipping and laughing
silly and smiling madly
accentuated on the footnotes of a sanctuary
running in the same direction
parallel lines running across a page
anxiously waiting for words to decor
its bare, empty lines