Square foot forward
Steeped and stacked
We walked the surface
On these backs

Runners few
Weary lot
Smelled the view
Wrapped and bought

Down slope graded
yet underrated
All the while
The stones debated

Pouring this bourbon out
on the urban streets
in laughing tears
over old concrete

We crested in the moment
Complete in our understanding
Twisted metal creaked
and we drifted in the passing wind

Daylight drowned in yellowed red
The quicksand traffic pulled us in
Down by the river-walk we bled
wearing our wounds and a painted grin