By The Time I Reach The Corner Poem by Fred Rik Kesner

'by the time I reach the corner'


I'm halfway down the footpath
when the thought elbows in,
poking impolitely,

impatient to introduce itself
before I've even decided
whether I want company.

It's rough around the edges,

like something dragged from a pocket
I didn't remember using,
and it travels beside me

as the world keeps moving past,
winking as it leans into its weight
by the time I reach the corner.





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