f o o t p r i n t s

Sitting
by the shore
watching
footsteps
walk by,

some feet
linger longer
deepening craters
as waters
recede,

impressions
of a moment
lived
in this time
this place,

And I wonder,

does
the sand beneath
feel
the happy ones
from the sad,

the difference
between those
that are good
and those
labeled bad,

the weight
of those
that are rich
and of those
that aren’t,

Thoughts
interrupted,
by a
thoughtless wave,
which
for my questions,
doesn’t seem
to care,
it fills up
all the holes,
equally,
and as it recedes,
in the evenness
of what
it leaves behind,
I suddenly find
all the answers
bared.

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Vidur
21Feb17