In place out of place

 

I emerge from a side street.

 

A front and behind turn each to the other.

No dogeared page. No tree. No lichen.

No stick. No shadow. No trace seen.

Life set in concrete. A flaw.

 

Landlocked, I stop moving of my own accord.

In place out of place. Straight white lines.

End to end and back again. Locked.

He asks my destination. I hear the earth turn.

It is temporary, time. A rug pulled. A blanket folded.

 

I emerge from a side street.

 

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