the sidewalk sports proverbs in its cobblestones
tells me to go slow.
i keep wondering as i walk this path
how one could be slow
enough to turn to stone.
the cobble until my backbone
make my skin
every day i pass in too
much of a hurry to read the stones
although they shout as i pass:
time is nothing to a stone. their
thoughts will remain, their silence
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