Pavement Cracks. A poem.

When I was a child
I skipped pavement cracks;
each one the border
of its own little world,
a patented microcosm
enclosed by grass and cement
and enshrouded by my shadow.

Now, as an adult,
I still skip pavement cracks;
not because I’m superstitious
or supercilious or superfluous,
but because I imagine myself
trapped in those little worlds,
remembering a time
when I was.

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