Everywhere I walk there is a story and
Whether or not it wants to be heard
I stop and listen.
These stories well in the sidewalk cracks and
Etch themselves through vibrant mural
Flower petals embroidered over with dew
The stone wall heavy with ivory
Grapefruit freshly sliced and sprinkled over with lavender
My leather slippers kiss the cobblestone
Marry fragmented dreams and discover reality
When I am not listening
I am telling my story
Leaving pieces in the earth for others to pick up.