A Sidewalk's Story

A thousand feet have danced at once
to a rhythm of cars and trucks
leaving behind only echoes
of the places they had to go

In the shadows of concrete and glass
looming so tall above the rest
an icon of human progress
marching one step at a time

Doorways silently watch
changing guard in the night
beckoning in the morning
for the strangers to come inside

No apologies, no sentiments, only silence.
A mute witness
to human progress-
only footprints left behind