A Reckoning

drinking from park fountains
feet beaten down from hours of flip-flopped street pounding
kicked loose without so much as quarter to make a call

the Indigo Girls never sang about this

about walking a lifetime away from redemption,
a snowball’s chance in hell of making it right
completely out of sight

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