There are shadows of reminders

stepping into our days, our years.

Long pauses of thoughts rise

slowly to the surface. We consider

the chances while dissecting the meaning

of how our footprint explains our past.


Our walk becomes a series of runs.

Glancing off one reminder of what to

do or who we should be; the loss of

self leaves nothing behind.


The long side of the short time we have

is the impression others see. It’s the

footprint in the sand before the next wave,

the time allotted to us all. Sharing the

best of ourselves is the greatest gift.



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