Confessions of an Anxious People

by revbillcook

Like the chill of frozen ground

seeps through the soles of our shoes

it enters our bones and compounds

a certain numbness, ephemeral, diffuse

.

seeps through the soles of our shoes

colorless – anxiety –a  tepid water

a certain numbness, ephemeral, diffuse

becomes a habit like nervous laughter

.

colorless  – anxiety – a tepid water

runs the curb edges of our streets

becomes a habit like nervous laughter

like fog drifting over concrete

.

runs the curb edges of our streets

it enters our bones and compounds

like fog drifting over concrete

like the chill of frozen ground.

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