a broken wall
on a corner lot
the busy stop, of a four way war,
all kind of warriors, mostly weary
on their way to and from work.
sometimes kids,
sometimes dogs, cats and grackles, elderly, transients, vagabonds,
tourists, exercisers, walkers, hawkers, hecklers, haters, racers, drifters, pranksters, admirers, friends, family, all the rest, and
simply time. The wall all messed up.
As i mend, as i make, as i wait, for it to be done.
The wreck unfolds, time evolves, the sun
goes up and down. All those affected notice
the slow changes.
The process, the healing, fixing, and leaving some kind of a scar.
No more broken, not anymore the same,
Bear witness
Bear witness
The new, from the old.
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