As a child,
I would walk bare foot to school,
Avoiding the cracks in the sidewalk.
"If you step on a crack you'll break your mothers back"
The children would sing inside my head.
It was always foggy then.
And sometimes
I would see the Santa Maria sailing calmly beneath the hanging stop sign
That divided my street like a mezzaluna.
I now step between bricks much of the time,
And ride the expressway to work.
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"I now step between bricks much of the time,
And ride the expressway to work." An echo of Eliot here, yes? From The Wasteland: "I read, much of the night / And go south in the Winter." In the Eliot poem, this seems about abject fear, in your poem it seems like something else, perhaps the enjoyment of ritual related to superstition?
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