The Stony Path by Sue Blott
In thin-soled shoes, I walk the stony path
beside train tracks stretching east and west,
alone with my dog and my thoughts.
A hooded figure
slumps in the baseball bleachers.
Does he notice the antics of our walk?
My dog’s leash tangles around my ankles,
I pirouette to prevent a fall.
The young man
stares stoically ahead.
I trust the sun, warm on his face,
to convince him
to give another day a chance.
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