Many thanks to Davy D for permission to do a spoken version of his poetry.
Davy’s Art can be found at Inside the Mind of Davy D .
he comes to the alley
same time, same routine
his odd shoes, her trainer
still reeking of forensic plastic
and final traces of her existence
he takes off his shoes
placing all three at the entrance
barefoot he walks each
cold cobbled stone
and listens to walls
hoping to share their secret