water walked here
before us
we walk in its rippling tracks
soft dust on shoes
rocks crunch underfoot
in mottled shade
until wind or water walk here
again
these treads, these patterns
stay, reminders for tomorrow
of choices made today.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
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I have never walked in a dry gulch, but now I know how it would sound as my feet scrunch through the ancient riverbed.
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