Saturday, February 08, 2003


Grownup footprints
travel straight,
the logical path
no turning aside.
Little footprints
wander to walls
ring around trees
climb hills
slide down
lead to angels
in the drifts,
the children always turning
from the footprints of others
for the joy of beholding
their own at their feet,
to feel at its fullest
the wonder of going
no matter how fast
how easy
or where.

First printed in
Further on this Floating bridge of Dreams
1988, Katydid Books.

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