Walking Notes…

UP

Loose tile
Beneath my feet

Crowds my mind
With wretched thoughts

Things done and not done
Words said and not said
Deeds meant and not

I look up

A canopy of tree tops
And a wonder of
The lives played out up there

The Neighbourhood Beauty
She catwalked
poised gracefully
at the edge of the wooden ramp
a graceful bent knee
neurons connect
this morning at the neighbourhood park
the starving limpid eyed
broken legged bitch