Just Walking Poem by Eric Cockrell
Just Walking
when i was a kid,
thirteen or fourteen,
i used to go out
at night and walk
the streets...
not going anywhere
in particular...
just walking....
a restless soul
beginning a journey,
and didnt even know.
on the good nights
it rained... and the wind
blowing water in my face
helped prepare me.
today i feel like walking....
beginning a journey,
or ending one?
doesnt really matter...
just walking!
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