Comments about Orlando Belo
I Walk The Road
I don’t walk on the joints of the sidewalk slabs,
the mere thought drives me to gloom.
I’d rather walk a tight-rope over Niagara Falls,
or free fall from a hot air balloon.
I have difficulty even talking about this,
but there’s something about a joint or crack.
I know very well it’s a psychological thing,
but it doesn’t help knowing that.