Pavement Abyss
by Diane Webster

The crack in the parking lot pavement
intentionally torques the heel of my shoe
hoping I’ll fall within its abyss
and be swallowed without a trace…
only my car as silent witness.

But I regain my balance
and scowl at the crack
smiling its glee at another chance
when I return hopefully with amnesia
of this morning’s adventure.

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