White Lines

I am watching the lines I step on

Cracks in the pavement are supposed to be bad luck

Mostly I just like being in the squares.

Those pass quickly though

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Others I watch for longer

Dusty chalk lines in the corners of my mind

I walk alongside them, never across.

Things about space

Things about trust

Knowing when to let go

When to stay.

Lines I promised myself not to cross

For my own sake

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I like drawing lines

A curve here

An angle there

Fill it in or leave it blank.

Inking my path through life

Marking the borders on the way

White chalk dust in my wake.