Devanshi Khetarpal Poems
Like the floor.
Don't know what.
She walks along, skidding, gliding,
Along the sidewalk that's slipping, a-sliding
Beneath her feet as if she's not moving at all,
The gravel bound, her noggin high and she walks to a call,
Which n'ver was heard of or christened to,
But awn she walked on the sidewalk, with a pair of shoes or two.
Call it an illusion, know it a farce,
She walked along the sidewalk, underneath the moon and a parce'
Of stars which glimmered and shivered in twilight; dull,