Walking

I was never really sure whether this poem is any good. Let me know!

Walking



My feet

Hit the

Ground

At 90

Miles per hour

And they

Never get tired.

Taking

Sparse steps

Giant steps

Dance steps

Lingering steps

Guilty runaway

Steps.

There goes the

Door knocker;

The fleeting impression.

The voice in the wind

The face at the window.

Steps to take

Danger away

But none to take the throb away.

There are more steps to

Take, though.

Into darkness

Into the smog

All the while

Singing a

Walking song.