Mapping

imageBuilding cairns out of stones and leaves

and bits of trees forest sea debris

everywhere I go I leave a print a hint

shred or shadow a little piece of me

i may have said once long ago invisible

is the one and only honest way to be

but i must have left a door ajar

perceptions change I’ve travelled far

what i feel is real is it’s alright if when

my time is past a stranger or almost friend

finds among fragments along life’s path

remembrance of the presence i once wore

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