And so I went out of the house
and stepped on the old boardwalk
warmed by the summer sun.
I set my young bare feet on
the spiky drying summer grass
and walked on. Years later I
would know that my old bare feet
would welcome the warmth but
be shy of the spiky grass. Yet the
memory nestles deeply in my soul.
“You learn a lot when you’re barefoot.
The first thing is every step you take is different.”
~ Michael Franti, poet
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