Traverse

footprints

Traverse

By Michele Habel-Coffey

Sights set

New surroundings at sunrise

A hiker emerges from a moldy tent

Time to traverse, time for

Trampling the delicate dew drops

And glistening grass

Wet soles

Wet soul

Running like the creek away

And to

A new path is born

And in the footfalls behind

The grass reaches and rises

Standing again

Leaving no trace

Of the wayward man

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