Thursday, April 11, 2013

footprints

mud squished.
under my shoe
and a curse slipped.
out of my muth

with. disgust
I jerked back
and stared at. the
solitary footprint.

she leaned forward.
and lined up
her foot with the
imprint. of mine

when she. drew away
her footprint rested
inside of mine.
and she laughed

I grinned.
knowing. the image
was inverted

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