Stitch on the Soul (Blogophila 27.16)
The first hike was on the second day. So, sue me. I tried There is only do or do not, sadly The first day I was staring at Bourbon Street. My Soul slipping on ice Same blocks I've walked down And will again. It won't be the same, I know. They held a prayer and a Second Line In remembrance A stitch on the soul To stop the seepage Of love For our fellow man.