Paths Cross

...at the underpass...

where the road divides

and so aptly illustrates

our tiered hierarchy

...expressed against

the stars...

Who rides above,

and who slips below....

Who skims the middle,

....Like an un-committed Sinner?

I’ll be the One...

the thumb on the side

...the crime to watch

as Some Day

rolls on by...

A screeching halt

falls at deaf feet...

all this wondering

...dead-ended in a 

blind allied sweep...

A sign of the Cross...

posted past the Stop

....is where I see:

the faded remnants

of some One 

taking off...