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empty footprints

Posted to Action Poetry

dried seaweed
blown along the shore

ocean keepsakes
mementos of origin


flying around for eras

until one day they drop
into a newborn's mind
like sweet raisins
to swell again with
the liquids of life

to be remembered
a second, a third
... a thousandth time

to live forever

but maybe
they are all
obliterated by the sun
wiped out by the sea
blown away by the wind

like footprints on the shore