So silly...so silly to trust.
Yet I do.

Lines in the Dirt

Small lines,
falling branches
and tiny sticks;
carving earth
as an etching,
just these lines in the dirt
following the path.

Here today
soon erased by time
but the feature
running along
trapped in frame
and mind,
just a small adventure
of yours and mine.


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Sticks and lines
obscured by time,
running still
and falling
across the shadow of today.

It feels...as though my soul is that of a cowards.