The White Line

 

A paved path for pedestrians and cyclists

winds by my Shitville retreat

 

A white line used to divide that path,

to keep walkers & bikers apart

 

I've had this place,

which used to be my apartment,

for thirty-eight years, but now it's mostly my retreat

 

And I remember that line

 

I bike or walk up & down that path

every day when I'm down here,

and make darn sure to choose the appropriate side,

even though the line is - since long - worn away

 

Maybe it is possible to sort of sense almost invisible parts of

the line in certain places, but that's all

 

I always stay on the proper side of the white line, however!

 

It's just a memory of a line that decides my behavior,

but it keeps me stubbornly on the right side!

 

People who have moved here, say, in the last fifteen years,

have no idea about a white line

 

They walk or bike wherever they want, and wouldn't you know;

even change sides while moving!

 

I get really irritated about that!

Is that fucked up or not!?

I let a ghost line decide my movements,

and feel angered when others don't!

Fucked up!

 





Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-05-13 at 18:42

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alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
I've been following the line on the pavement too
don't cross it! as it was a sign made for drivers
you have only two choices
whether you cross it or you follow it
but hold on, you might well make it disappear
2024-05-14


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Your attitude could be called a kernel of conservatism. The more of them that you have, the more thoroughly conservative you are.
2024-05-13