I grow taller and taller
As I walk away from
The street light,
Down the road.
I'm retracing the
Black marks my
feet made while
Moving away the
New covering.
Walking up the path
I see footprints
Of my retreat.
Confusing, Interesting.
Sadly true.
(1 January 1981)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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