Deliberate footsteps fell one behind
the other onto cracked concrete, heel
then toe clad in cleat soled hiking
boots laced in orange, the color
of warning signs
and life jackets
and hard hats
and reflective patches
and safety cones, the color
of his teeth
and hair
and eyelashes
and the letters in his head that flashed
but made no words only floated
razor-sharp before his omnivorous eyes
a breadcrumb trail to inevitability
intriguing…i am not sure i follow the last couple lines…i was seeing a roadway worker…the letters in the head lost me a bit…
if i was one of the roadworkers i think i would get lost in thoughts quite often…esp those guys doing the stop sign…oy…
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Thanks, Brian. I wrote this after an episode of Criminal Minds where a delusional man hallucinated floating letters and stalked women. I incorporated the color orange when I realized how it’s often used as a color of warning and safety.
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