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outlines of where his left
foot walked, forward and wet, soon to be erased as his presence was no longer there Meaningless square swirl, non-language non-symbol just his shoe his him-ness she stood, watching the wetness wait for her seeing to catalog and question her next step
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Very interesting. One of those that sinks in and leaves more of an impression each time I read it. Nice...
Posted by: Charles L. Mashburn | May 30, 2011 at 01:39 PM
yeah, wait for the next step.
only foot steps left, your words are focused and your message is well delivered.
Cheers.
Posted by: Jingle | May 30, 2011 at 02:57 PM
I love the sense of lingering sorrow, longing, and hopelessness
Posted by: Candice Daoud | May 31, 2011 at 11:41 PM