Alleys
I lived in an alley:
the end of the road—
exposed to everyone’s
back door lives:
the goings and comings,
the hidden ins and outs.
Alleys see the opposite face
to that we show the world:
a bit more honest, a bit less groomed,
less structure, less dignity.
Nobody cares much about an alley—
even the sun doesn’t bother
to disturb the shadows.
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