Sand Steps

I found
some pretty footsteps
upon the sand so wet,
and felt
that somewhere, somehow
in time
their form I’d met.
So in hopes
I might meet,
the one
who’s feet they’d fit.
I hurried off to follow
along the waves
who at me spit.
On August 16th, 2016, posted in: Poetry by Tags:
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