Strange,
this thin path
of
our daily walk
across
here,
dusty
trail of footsteps
stones
kicked aside
a
diagonal meander
of
foot-smoothed sand
across
the school oval
skirting
the court
and
that tree
this
faint and crooked scar line
its
looping shape
echoing
the gait
of
someone walking
head-bent
across
here
just
for now.
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