Bread Crumbs
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These are my bread crumbs,
scattered on the brumous trail
should I ever turn around
to view the path I've traveled
and see only a myriad of trees.
These are my bread crumbs.
I drop them knowing full well they may be
eaten by ravenous rodents and raccoons
who perceive the value of bread crumbs
differently than I do.
These are my bread crumbs -
carefully marking the whens
and wheres of my life,
though I know your path will be elsewhere
and you will mark it as you see fit.
These poems are my bread crumbs.
written 9 June 2016
Copyright © John Watt | Year Posted 2016
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