A poem for day 8 of NaPoWriMo:
Deep Tracks
You have left deep tracks
there in the sand
of my soul.
They can never wash out,
not from any galloping wild tide--
Settling and sedimentary,
those shadows are somehow
still the brightest of places:
There you are fossilized
in the epochs of me.
J. Pratt-Walter
(c) 2013
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