Mud holding passages
in footprint memory
pull the DNA from
a Sunday afternoon stroll
to bind flesh and earth.
The ancient song of journeys
hums along legs too young
to know the horizon is a
demanding seductress.
Tomorrow will always
hang its carrot from the sun.
New shoes can never erase
the footprints of those who
divided soul and yearning
into hours chasing it.
©Susie Clevenger 2016
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