Poem 4/29/15

feet slamming on concrete
once was brick formed by molds
each step has its own shape
each emotion a hue
each life forged with patience
infused with color
ready to create fire
from nothing for someone
hearts glow after chants
revive creation myths
shape a narrative path
circular around lungs
breathe in and step to drumbeats
save patterned hums
of tires on brick, old school
old-fashioned world structures
return to walking
continue on marching

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