The Face Beneath The Cracks

Written on a Bridge

Below the cracks beneath me,

I see right through.

And in Repeating Patterns,

I see me, looking back at you.

"Hello!" I wave goodbye.

You wave goodbye, too.

And as I scratch my foot,

You show me your shoe.

"You've stomped my face!"

I shout.

You shout that out, too.

So I mimic you, 

Or whoever copied who,

And we both walk away,

Our shoes stuck like glue.

And looking through the cracks again?

Well, I never do.

-Madelaine Irene