Isabel Borgers
One hundred years
of pedestrians
has formed a dip
in the brick walkway
I imagine all those shoes
treading that same spot
day after day
and remember Hopkin’s line—
generations
have trod, have trod, have trod
One hundred years
of pedestrians
has formed a dip
in the brick walkway
I imagine all those shoes
treading that same spot
day after day
and remember Hopkin’s line—
generations
have trod, have trod, have trod