5-27-10 + Gone With Leaves Song

the hills roll deeply with the
green and white of the
your footprints grow like wildflowers
on those hills,
and appear and disappear with each
breath of the wind-
your shadow is bright in the shade
of my yesterday-
my thoughts floating about like flecks
of dust in the afternoon sun-
my eyes closed while open-
barefoot on those quiet hills-
following your footprints*

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