Paul walked to the corner store without disappearing.
He bumped into a person in the cereal isle.
No one apologized.
Paul looked for cereal with a circus theme.
He wanted to be a breakfast lion tamer—
not a colorful clown parade.
On his way home he uttered little nonsenses
each time a foot passed over a crack in the sidewalk.
Every fourth crack he uttered a Norwegian nonsense.
He did not worry about his mother’s health
since she passed away three years before.
His feet always landed on solid pavement.
Paul returned home safely.
Sixteen peace doves ate his steps
like bread crumbs.
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