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I contemplate the depth beneath my stride 

and count myself most fortunate indeed 

for neither 'tis too broad nor 'tis too wide 

my pathway to entirely impede 

but cannot glance ahead nor look behind 

nor revel in the beauty of the trees 

nor can afford to note a cloud's design 

for fear of landing sudden on my knees 

I concentrate most carefully; each step 

a small but wondrous challenge to complete 

considering attention sidewalks get 

In Berkeley, unless owned by the elite 

connect the dots, O Council! fill a hole! 

we live too close to being on a roll