Footprints

Cristina Archer
Poets Unlimited
Published in
1 min readAug 31, 2018
standing toe to toe

Squeak, squeak, squeaking,
Slide across slippery white sand.

Hot! Burn! Melting!
As fast as I can.

Leap, weave, shuffle
Over dried mounds of seaweed.

Soothe, sigh, sinking
Cool oozing air bubbles bead.

Heavy feet, falling clumps of sticky sand:
Footprints washed away –
Foaming waves soaking the land.

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Cristina Archer
Poets Unlimited

political whipping girl, writer (speculative fiction/poetry/life), aspiring photographer, wig collector, with Méchant Publishing and Rowanvale Books