Kin

The barefoot walkers are not so many in my neighborhood. There’s this girl with curly hair that always wears it on a ponytail; a boy that likes to run the hills; a woman that often moves her flip-flops from one hand to the other; and there’s me.
We never talk, but even when we have shoes on our feet, we give each other the nod.

suburban asphalt
what a bluebird
has to say to another

——-
©Tzetzka Ilieva, 2016

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