Foundations

By Christopher Rupley

Cold gray cement
fixes it’s face with a
relentless stare,
never kind,
like an empty glare

Yet it fixes my path
from point A to point B,
so maybe I should be
more merciful to the path
afforded me

It never hides its pain,
always letting me walk
all over it the same,
again and again…

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