Bare Feet
On an evening swallowed by dusk,I tread a narrow path to the streamwhere many feet had trod.New steps erase the prints of those before,etching signs that whisper,Souls have treaded this route.The dusty leaves wave at me,as they are tossed by thegentle evening breeze.Getting to the lip of the river,I marvel at how it has swelled, likethe milky breast of a nursing mother;it swelled like a … Continue reading Bare Feet
