This morning's walk took us over to Arbutus Street and back to the apartment. Enroute we kept discovering pages ripped from a book.
"Saturday's" words
scattered across
city streets
page 52 under foot
echoing sentiments
of the downtrodden
traffic lifts and floats
the yellowed pages
onto doorsteps
"you use words as a hiding place"
she says on page 51
lying in the gutter.
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