Worn shoes reverberate off the the time riddled sidewalk.
So many steps, impressions, connotations;
All similar but singular.

Straight lines cut and dash,
but their destination is predetermined.
Together, yet, alone.

The tree leaves create dips of cool compression;
made of quasi forms, flowing with rivers of chlorophyll,
but, still, diametric in standard.

I'm encompassed by all, but amidst none.