“If a number of these walks are connected, one to another, then slowly, there emerges a ribbon-like system of tiny backs, pleasant alleyways behind the commotion of the street.”
I said I’d be there in ten,
turned left to shortwalk through the alleys
and hit a brand new iron gate.
The gate was locked.
And then there was another one.
And then another.
forty minutes later
when I finally arrived
all of them were laughing:
“We wondered when you’d get here
now that they’ve privatized your city
and stolen your and our and Mr. Alexander’s