[Knitting A Conundrum]

lol

[Soaring Feather]

Through the court yards of my town
damp and clammy all around
walking fast and furious
it's too, wet to see the dust
my heels kicked up along the way
I made tracks on a sunless day.

Zipping up the avenues
the cracks filled with cigarette butts
I thought if I were on the bench
a few who are doing time
would sweep the cracks clear
learning public service
is not a quirk, many
do it freely I am told, and


I don't put my used butts there. :)