Stare

by: slanted

The thing about pavement
Is it’s not very interesting

So why are we staring at it
With a hopeful tilt to our mouths
And a hopeless look in our eyes

It’s odd
But now that I look
There’s a crack
With no tar on it

I’m thinking it must be fresh
I’m thinking I can relate
I’m thinking

This is not comfortable silence
Since we can both hear our minds

The thing about pavement
Is that unlike your face,
It doesn’t make me stutter