No Footprints
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Stretching vines like elastic bands across great spans of imagination, so as not to touch the ground.
Not wanting to leave footprints etched in unmolded brain matter.
Preferring to leave it like virgin soil in the nighttime air.
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