Straight down the middle of the sidewalk
16 year-old Jimmy would stride
every afternoon in his red baseball cap,
eyes locked straight forward too,
oblivious of traffic, the people sitting
at the sidewalk cafes, the windows of shops,
and then one day the public works guys
came with their jackhammers
and broke up the sidewalk
for around thirty feet
into big, jagged rocks,
and when Jimmy came along that day
he didn't know what to do,
and froze.
I got up from my table
and went over to him,
and he came and talked awhile
with my girl friend and me,
then was able to continue
on his way home,
safely on the other side of the abyss.
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