I Traced Her Steps
I traced her steps
to a pulsing tide
where she had
dared the deepest sea
to stretch, and hemispheres
divide our love
Upon the cooling sands.
She had tossed her hair
to the wind and
offered the chill
Her slender hand;
in her footprints traced
the last note she penned.
A white cap rose
and sank in haste
sending a salt-scented
Bliss,
to tell me the answer
to my last unfaithful kiss.
SECOND PLACE WINNER
"Footprints" Old or New Contest
sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire
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