I walk on this elevated plane
and hear the whisper
to call myself The Second Pedestrian.

I enter a great metropolis.
People looking up think I'm lonely,
lonely because I seem alone here;
they know I'm not a townsman;

I'm walking,
busy walking ... among the masses
and now upon a suburban road,


a village lane, the winding path in Oak Forest.
I speak of my struggles and
I am relieved of menaces.

How beautiful it is to just walk in Beauty.
Up and down ... here, there,
twirling, swirling, round...and then a-round
wherever I am or will be!
A gracious healing enlivens me.
I desire more forever!

Submitted by: Naimah on 09/25/2017

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