concrete hardened
feet slapping down, splitting heels
rough on surface
oil-stained parking lots
leave memories of here and now
then and gone
oil-stained bare feet
flat with pounding this pavement
almost lost all curve
all nuance
all function
but still walking, still
black with stains of some city life
slick with the mess of streets
that confine, that define
oil-stained…
…hands leave streaks
…faces blend into night
…hearts unable to mold, too slippery
slap down, feet on concrete
hard and slick…
oil-stained.
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