Blindly place your moving feet onto still sidewalk hills where memories puddle the open road propelling your thumping soul to twist and turn your upright body to gaze upon the backwards way.
Watch your barefeet laughter climb the painful pavement, breathe the distant wet air, smell the faint dash of salty sand. Each particled infinity soothing and cooling the concrete burn. Callouses shed and souls learn softer strolls. Lighter sprints splash the puddles across the backwards way.
Twist and turn your upright body, face again towards the rising hills and blindly place your barefeet laughter in puddles across the backwards way.
By Blythe and Heidi Collier