jln.

Walking.
One foot, then the
other.
Right.
Left.
Right.
Left.

And with each
foot you step
on a memory.

It splashes
flattens
squashes.

It's just a
mess on the
pavement.

Figures and
moments distorted.

A different story
is now being told.

Not when

you squint,
you squint real hard

and that's when
truth can be briefly glanced.

©jln.