Found Sidewalk to Trade


There is a side walk that we do We walk a side and a little behind in the downpour of stares and the hushed gossip of the trees They're rattling on about some other trees south of town who ran out of leaves already Trees don't want us to hear them gossip "That's why there's wind," they'd say They don't want us to know that side of wisdom

The sidewalk that I found today? No one owns it and it's up for trade You can walk down it, pretend it's a path in the woods that will never hurt your feet

Frank Sauce

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