ON THE SIDEWALK
On the sidewalk,
I see a slice of pizza.
It looks like it was thrown
It looks like it was thrown
away after just two bites.
On the sidewalk,
I see a dissed cigarette,
dented aluminum cans,
and a burst balloon.
On the sidewalk,
I still see your footsteps….
Thanks for the stroll for ice
cream a month before you died.
© Andy Costello, Reflections
2016
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