Manners Street

the streets take several turns to get to
the streets ask several turns to call to
recorded memories that play as you roll by
invoked memories that intrude as you pass by
mentioned in passing
projected in selected scenes
half pleasant, another not so
but none secondhand
in manner and in detail
sometimes gently, sometimes violently
striking on your daily meanderings
taking me on on my wanderings
to hidden alleys mostly charming
only a single one is frightening
thoughts that avoid from defining
you by it
and yet,
here is me, afraid
many miles and hours away
heeled by the steps I took on you that day
and haunted by the state of mind I was in that day
set to music and scored in stone
ready to crumble down on me any moment
when the merest memory of you surfaced

13th September 2017
#30: Altered Universe