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Image<\/strong><\/p>\n Sidewalks are silent, dark. What are you doing in this neighborhood anyhow? Since your day, Retracing your old footsteps, I see more clearly now. <\/p>\n <\/p>\n John Grey<\/strong> is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in That, Dunes Review, Poetry East and North Dakota Quarterly <\/em>with work upcoming in Haight-Ashbury Literary Journal, Thin Air, Dalhousie Review<\/em> and failbetter.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Image Sidewalks are silent, dark. Is that you? Details are fogged over but there’s something about the shape, the walk. What are you doing in this neighborhood anyhow? Are you on your way to my apartment? What do you expect to find? How do you expect to find it? Since your day, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20286","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20286","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20286"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20286\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20402,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20286\/revisions\/20402"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20286"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20286"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20286"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nIs that you?
\nDetails are fogged over
\nbut there’s something about the shape, the walk.<\/p>\n
\nAre you on your way to my apartment?
\nWhat do you expect to find?
\nHow do you expect to find it?<\/p>\n
\nmany buildings have been imploded,
\nnew ones erected.
\nStreets have been renamed, rerouted.<\/p>\n
\nyou might slam into a brick wall,
\nlose yourself in a maze
\nof North Main, South Main
\nand all the little Mains.<\/p>\n
\nThe woman is not you.
\nThe man she meets is not me.
\nLove is always in the air.
\nBut it’s best left with strangers.<\/p>\n