This old town sidewalk reeks of memories and yesterdays.
My stomach knots when I observe
so many people crossing this street
without pondering who was here before.
If I stop and squint
real quick,
just for a slight second,
I can see bird flight in cobblestone.
Ear to cement, I can hear
newly birthed babies crying for air.
I should have told you how to get here,
to my cobblestone;
the one with a forever blue tear
scorched to its surface.
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Draw me a map. There's still time.
From sunny st. cloud, MN Charlie says hello and that he likes your new creation.
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