like one propped up in the elder hostel
as a monument in

their way

The sky is only light and brightly now.

One car then another and so many more insist on their own place in motion. 

A friendly and aggressive honk. The risk can multiply and divide.

If I walk the sidewalk, I’m an object subject to observation.

A subject among objects is a king and a queen on substantial pavement.

I’m afraid of the oversight and the judgements that come with it.

The sky completes a circle with a guess.


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