The cries still resounding in my ears,
Her father knows me more than I can know myself,
And I could never know him quite so well.
Each step I hear the sounds grow harder,
The slap of rubber sole on rotting asphalt in the sun;
The summer fragrances turned sour in the afternoon
As sewer drains are clogged by pollen;
Her house is a place for penance,
A holy hovel stale from lack of worship,
But every time my foot leaves the pavement
I wish my leave could be more permanent
And that I wasn’t walking from my own life
Towards the one I’ve left behind.
Subject: A Long Walk
Date: July 16
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