Red Sidewalks

Red Sidewalks

my heart tastes sour,
it sits in the pit
of uncertain panic,
i notice it shrivel
against the hope
of routine,
shy, it waits for
the word,
the sound of it
as close as the
which in reality
is tragically distant
from the location of
its original beats,
it stings
with the pain of
horse hooves stomping
innocent doves
on sidewalks,
relentless with no roots,
the bird,
it bleeds, but not to keep me alive

Written in New York, NY 2012

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