I searched for our footprints
Signs indicating… we’d once been there
Lapping water caressed my ears
The old oak remained at sentry
Coots worked without snorkels
And the old rusty tractor still plowed the past
Wind, rain, time… had conspired against me
Vanished
Forever lost, in perpetually shifting soils
Muddy paws, size 13’s…yesterday’s walk
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