Parallel

the footpath heaves crazed and cracked

I see a river course, tributaries, deltas

deep fissures, dark crevasses, having 

sliced through stone are fed by rain,

colonised by weeds

that might be wadis or oases

in this minute world that co-exists,

I cannot step upon these cracks

something bad will happen

a cataclysmic event, throwing me

pell-mell into the abyss,

I tread carefully here

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© Graham Sherwood 08/2020