Sidewalkin'
All sidewalks have cracks in them.
They're easy to see.
Suburban sidewalks are as rough and pitted as the, how to put this,
urban neighborhoods where every building is an empty frown
whose eyes
and mouth are boarded up.
In the country, half the time you're walking on gravel or dirt.
In either case it crumbles under your feet. But it counts.
Sidewalks get walked on, drawn on, stood on, spat on, sat on, shat on,
and the only way around them is to stop building them.
No more cracks, or random initials bordered by hearts, or rain-blurred hopscotch squares.
Everything will be normal when there's no space for it to be different.
—Dave K. (Dave K. was both the 22nd and 24th President of the United States.
He lives in Baltimore, where he has discovered the joys of writing and ham salad, in that order.
See more of his work: Last Call
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