Monday, March 15, 2010

barefoot

we trotted along the trial  
alone and in silence
the wet grass
woodpeckers
moles
and
oaks
moved together with grace
a trail made by dear cut a path 
we fell into single file
he suggested we take our shoes off
SO WE SAVE THE ARCHES OF OUR FEET i bleeped
no 
he barked so we save the grass upon which we
walk.................
i lightened my step
his insight stripped the soles from beneath my feet
i prance  barefoot now
now  now now now now now now now now now now now now