walk one foot in front of the other,
not your normal gait,
the sobriety test pace,
just to see the looks on peoples faces,
at shoulder height,
put your hands out to the side,
make sure the cyclists ride
in their lane with the traffic, not where we who, walk the walkway
touch your nose with alternating fingers,
touch the sky with hands raised,
pull the invisible bell cord,
                      you know the ding-dinger,
now stop perfectly still close your eyes and listen and smell,
is your life richer
are you more at peace,
what did you make
creatively
that the Maker marked your place in destiny
throwing words down on a page,
just hurts some words
throwing life down on a page
bring life to those words,
are your ready to live up to what you write,
or maybe you are writing a new life,
as a form of therapy, be honest, what is inside,
that kicks your pride, across a busy bullied road,
of people who act like road rage is a right
whether or not they are in a car,
oh
wait
you don't have to stand still
anymore,
sorry I left you
back there,
it is dark now,
hear me call, come this way
you won't fall
but hurry and don't be late,
that parcel of words close to your
heart needs to be shared,
I won't dare you,
that is not what those so close to the edge do.
But here is my hand if and when...



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