Patchwork

The intermittent sun dries unpaved roads,
making real the imprints of shoeless feet
impressed upon the ground.

I knit my skin from moments,
catching what comes,
trapping scents of different days.

A pattern forms as each string breaks,
and my feet are stained with mud.

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