Morning walk

I walk with angry steps

The car breaks as often as my promises do

A sidewalk sitting gentleman

We stare at each other with a gracious understanding

 

He can have my lunch

I’ll get a ride at two

A stroller passes the other way

Mother and daughter giving the same smile

 

Its 8 o’clock

The sun peaks over hardened hills

Sidewalk shadows run along my face

Shrinking ever smaller by the minute

 

I avoid the concrete cracks

Hands in my pockets

I never stop and smell the roses

I prefer jasmine

Reviews

[QuietPoet]

What a beautiful write. Walks are so nice. I see you took notice of what was around you, that is also nice. Notice the small things, you feel so much. Great write.