Walking along
the sidewalk,
seeing the cracks
and others talk.
The weeds
of many footsteps
growing...through.
Looking around
at whatever,
like the suns rays may never
reach down
and touch,
that man
on the park bench.
But shadows
and
the dark
you see,
seen, they cannot be,
without the
light,
that dances
and plays
as I walk
all these days.
Stepping..one
step...then another.
What would
life be like
if two feet
stepped in,
is this a
daring thing to do,
what if it
were you?
Is the darkness....
what we want
to feel,
and is the
light...real?
By Gary Hodges
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Photo
by Anne Sheridan
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