A City Whose Streets are Paved with Time

An old man is fishing from the kerb.
He drops his net into a pothole
and pulls up a baby shoe
that somehow fits his gnarled foot.

Tomorrow's rain is already filling the gutters.
A cobblestone yawns
and coughs up a flight of brilliant butterflies
that have been extinct for ten centuries.

Don't step into the street—
the time differential can kill you.
Jump. Both feet together
and hope they land in the same era.

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