Footpath- my Foot! :) Poem by Jay

Footpath

Free verse by jay

The paving material that’s really holed,
Above all others are the polished pavement.
Porous, permanent, polished pavement.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the polished pavement,
Gently they go – the pickled, the muddled, the fixed.

How happy is the clean, dark driveway!
Now cleanable is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the dark driveway is pristine.

When I think of seventh street, I see a bumpy.
Noisy.
Why are they so wooly?

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