Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Footprints

right and left his footprints so small
ten toes on wet sand, blest be all

he looks back to see me behind
just for this moment’s ease of mind

with feisty motion like the wind
his tracks ripple, the knees are skinned

he gets up and shrugs with laughter
for hugs’n kisses to come after

then, of far-away times I dream
when he’ll aim for a life supreme

he’ll search his way on many trails
either like eagles or like snails

spiky slopes, gravel between toes
he’ll love the world wherever he goes

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Prompt: April 1 a pair of anything, or things in pairs