The Cracked Sidewalk of Kentucky
One summer night, as I walked alone
down the cracked sidewalk of Kentucky
underneath a canopy of maples
where the moonlight fell
through branches
and lit my path with uneven lines
I wondered:
where does the residue of lust and desire go
when everything you want to hear
has been said?
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Author's Note
This is the very first poem I ever wrote. I wrote it while attending the University of Pittsburgh.
I had just gotten home from my job bartending at Nick's Fat City and it was 3AM. I parked my car on Kentucky Ave. and walked home with heartache from a recent break-up.
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Robert,
This poem really conveys the emotions of heartache that you describe in your note. Great stuff. **
Yes, heartbreaking yet the action of walking down the sidewalk illustrates the fact that life does go on. Nice.
Thank you... it was workshopped a few times. As my first poem, I was always quick to raise my hand when the professor ask "who would like to share, today"
This is a lovely poem. Its structure mirrors its meaning. The awareness of the sidewalk, trees, moonlight, the "uneven lines"which speak so clearly of life. I love the title. It asks that we notice. The uneven structure of the poem...lovely.