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Morgan Elizabeth Folgers (Bio)<\/a><\/h5>\n

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What is a street?
\nA corner, a section,
\nWith people inching,
\nWallowing, gawking,
\nSauntering, dreaming,
\nWishing,
\nTurning their souls and hearts
\nInto footsteps.
\nMy world is a street,
\nWaiting for footsteps to clomp the gray.
\nWaiting for . . . What?
\nIt\u2019s all in vain.
\nBecause although many
\nPaint the sidewalks,
\nThe pastels are washable,
\nNo more than mere soot and dust bunnies
\nThat gather with the slightest
\nSighs of the skies,
\nDisappearing from
\nWhence they came.
\nWhy do I live in a world
\nOf washable paint?
\nWhere are the Sharpies
\nThat paint the surface
\nWith vibrant oranges and reds,
\nWith arrows directing all eyes
\nTo each crevice and foundation of footstep?
\nAll colors wash away
\nWith the demons of ignorance,
\nThe heavy steps of unwillingness to cease the pace
\nAnd absorb the surrounding world through taste.
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In the street, there is no quietude.
\nThere is no moment to
\nRecognize the piercing knives
\nInside each footstep\u2019s anatomy.
\nNo moment to understand,
\nNo moment to differentiate between
\n<\/span>Jagged asphalt and blanket-soft concrete,
\nNo moment to interpret
\nThe tongs and stabbing screeches
\n<\/span>Of the clusters of metal and oil.
\nThe sea of red, yellow, and green
\nBlinds all ability to
\nSee beyond the system
\nOf appropriating into
\nThe smooth traffic cycle
\nOf coming, of going,
\nOf invisibility, of mere nod.
\nWhere are the colors
\nThat liven up the streets,
\nThe hues that remind all
\nTo look beyond the lines of gray and yellow
\nAnd see beauty for the first time?
\nA street, when seen,
\nIs the canvas of many authors,
\nThe songs of all tongues and nations
\nThat merge into a masterpiece.<\/p>\n

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Morgan Elizabeth Folgers (Bio) [lgc_column grid=”50″ tablet_grid=”50″ mobile_grid=”100″] What is a street? A corner, a section, With people inching, Wallowing, gawking, Sauntering, dreaming, Wishing, Turning their souls and hearts Into footsteps. My world is a street, Waiting for footsteps to clomp the gray. Waiting for . . . What? It\u2019s all in vain. Because although Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":17,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"template-full-width.php","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-90","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/13-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/90","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/13-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/13-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/13-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/17"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/13-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=90"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/13-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/90\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":737,"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/13-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/90\/revisions\/737"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/euphemism.illinoisstate.edu\/13-2\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=90"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}