5-27-10 + Gone With Leaves Song

the hills roll deeply with the
green and white of the
seasons-
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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