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Neighborhood Walk

Neighborhood Walk

Walks have always served as a catalyst for clarity in my life; they give me time to organize my thoughts and pray and think and not think. My usual walk cuts a path out the back door of my office, around the parking lot, up W. Washington street towards the post office, across Hudson, and back down W. Washington. On my way I pass housing projects, the Miracle Hill Rescue Mission, and people. People—that’s the important part. I see a lot of things, but I miss the people too often; usually I’m distracted by my own thoughts and problems. Every so often though I pull myself out of my own head long enough to see the truly wonderful life around me. These times are essential; these times are poetry. In my life, poetry has served as a means of observation and remembrance. I memorize and write poetry to accomplish these two purposes, to see and hear in a meaningful way. “Neighborhood Walk” is one such instance.

Between
sidewalk
cracks and
blue sky—

Sweat soaked
sun baked
old men
pop two
buds to
buzz off
after
noon in
shade tree
schoolyards
as a
front stoop
sayer
sings a-
cross the
street: "Myyy
friend diiieeed
in a
car wreck
and IIIIIIIIII—"

lift up
your eyes
from ground
grey daze
to tip
top life
green things
and see.

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