the shallow trench of your stride

 

"the shallow trench of your stride"

 

 

Blessed be the weight of your heel

upon the scree,

you who crossed the salt-flats

before the rains came back.

 

The air still curls

in the shape of your breathing;

the stones you overturned

are still cooling in the wind.

 

I do not know your name,

nor the house of your kin,

but I walk

in the shadow of your passing.

 

 

 

 

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Curls with your breath

Curls with the shape of your breath. Brillant. Fabulous image of walking in the footprints of those who went before us. Stones still cooling. Nicely done 

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Thank you so much dear poet

Thank you so much dear poet friend. Most appreciative of your thought and valued gesture.


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