the voice came from a passing vehicle shouting
to the airspace within its confines not
realizing they permeated the distance
between it and I
‘who the f do you think you are?’
not meant for my ears but there just the same
the rest of the day spent following
gently along the walk way
Whether you turn to the right or the left you will hear a voice… We walk in the way of words
A shouted vulgarity that asks the essential question of our lives, amen.
This little poem carries a lot of weight.
Yes. I love this.
“Gently along the walkway words created”
Love the image and feeling from this line.