See shrinking school sandals
my toes creeping nearer to the edge
cracking black leather
Watch the crossing marked with simple straight lines
cars running red lights
too selfish to stop
Notice how heat is distorting the footpath
rays of sun probing shadowy refuge
ice water mirages forming out of the sweat on our backs
But at no time do you turn and look our way
What place does god have in this suburbia anyway?
we exist in a limbo where moments never to be repeated are ignored, unappreciated
where nothing means anything anymore
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