L'aura del Campo

Kansas Spring of 2257 [128]

Kansas Spring of 2257

Ride my boots across tilled flats,
mud clinging to my soles, your soul
free to hold Spring's reins and guide
my existence as storm clouds
scatter in the distance,
boot-prints the only sign
that we have passed through here,
water gathering in indentations,
impressions we leave where e'er we pass.

K Enga (10.juin.2017) [174.128] /30:9.1/

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note: title is provisional.