And another year 
they march on
footprints in snow 
and in sand
made then gone 
blown and washed 
without any trace 
except mine knowing 
I’d been there 
such are feet
and never miles 
nor ever inches 

I wonder when 
or ever if
I will stop
turning my head
like family dogs
hearing some sound 
when my phone 
chimes a message 
and then wondering 
maybe desperately hoping 
it’s from you
and like dog
returns to bed
threat’s been avoided 

I island
and note
in bottle
cast into 
ocean to 
be taken 
discovered again 
and again 
on my
different coasts
is this 
to mean 
it belongs 
or I 

A flower doesn’t 
know that soon
it will wilt
but rather it
continues to reach
towards the sun 
take a lesson 
from the flowers 
the sun is 
and always will 
be high above 
and that too
is where we 
strive to go 
think not then 
of the ground 

Tis tsk twas
snaps of tongue 
itty bitty clicks
chosen over bites
and bitter nips
biting my ankle 
begging for attention 
and when given 
quickly running away 
what is this 
hide and seek 
make yourself known 
stand your ground 
and ask me 
but no just 
coy and demure 
and hardly deserving
be gone gnat
though natty nattering
on about importance