The only way
to walk along the beach
is barefoot.
For one golden sandy moment
your footprint signature
is a part of the beach;
a bayside Hollywood Boulevard.
Hear the shore break;
coooooooooh
tshhhhhhhhhh,
cover your toes.
Your path is unique
tracks now disappear
no-one can follow.
But a couple
of distinct journeys
can match each other_
stride by stride
beside...
Pete Dowe
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walk-with-me-on-water/
