section 136

By JupiterMoon

Thu, 25 Jun 2015

1 comments

section 136

it's coming...
that day
when i can no longer
step over my pavement cracks.

a crisp uniform
and shoes polished
within an inch of twilight.

the awkward conversation;
my gaze, upward banked
like a gull.

that moment
of neat restraint.
law delivered in monotone,
as i fold like a final page,
knowing i won't be going home.

Permalink Submitted by EB on Thu, 2015-06-25 09:18

There's woe behind this.

'as i fold like a final page,
knowing i won't be going home.' I like this line a lot. Just thinking that turn might be better than fold.