Sunday, March 1, 2015

In the peppermint wind



Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black//and the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow//we shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow
and watch where the chalk-white arrows go//to the place where the sidewalk ends.

From, Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein.