her barefoot steps
kick up dust
along the beachward path
and disappear from view
over windswept dunes
while i wait
on our painted back steps
chipped and faded
from years of use
and neglect
as the sun slowly sets
below the sea’s jagged edge.
(mostly) short poems on life and love
her barefoot steps
kick up dust
along the beachward path
and disappear from view
over windswept dunes
while i wait
on our painted back steps
chipped and faded
from years of use
and neglect
as the sun slowly sets
below the sea’s jagged edge.
writer, dreamer, lover, seeker. labels never reach the heart of any matter, but they might be a place to start...