The loop at Larkey Park was busy with strollers.
I matched their pace. It was the local speed limit.
Local stories. Close to home.
Daily Smile
All smilesI matched their pace. It was the local speed limit.
Locust Street became a reception.
The platform and I had different definitions of now.
It closed with a sense of humor.
I am still talking about it.
Downtown had a different count.
I stepped aside like I had been expecting a parade.
Until the geese called a meeting.
They asked which one. I said the one with the traffic light.
It had been ready since the last time I promised to read more.