The Burning Sidewalk
By Sally Morem
I set my foot upon the ancient crumbling path
Sun’s rays slicing through clear summer air
Baking the sidewalk into brilliant white How long ago at the age of five I first set foot on a print purposefully made By a child years earlier in freshly laid cement My toes discovered room to spare The child had been older than I When hardening cement was so rudely marred Runes carved alongside print Numbers, I thought I could not read Seven years later I eagerly raced for the sidewalk Again, the print held my gaze I placed my foot upon the mark It seemed much smaller I read the scratcings M.R.
The child had been my mother’s age
Back before the world war I tried to stretch my mind