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

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.