Walking Toward Your Dust

It's the last walk in your life.

You find yourself meeting your feet in the middle ground. The left foot on the left side; the right foot on the right side. You may think all’s well in this position. But the step sounds a crunch in its movement. The sounds follow you in all the walk that possess your legs. It may be crunch today, a soft pedal in the coming sunlight days but that one long short walk awaits you into the darkness where feet in their proper position become the dust of your distant past.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thank you Blake. I'd sooner have you than the last walk. You can save that for much later.

[Blake Fodor]

You had me at line one! Love this style of writing. Excellent phrasing, original and bewitching

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks for the rocks kudos. I'm glad you liked it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i agree with frieda....this rocks...

now i won't be able to walk without watching my feet, i'll probably start running into things...

uh oh.

[Frieda P]

What an utterly unique of penning it Alfred, this rocks!

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thanks Chris for your continued support.