I hear footsteps

I HEAR FOOTSTEPS (E A D G B E)

Green glows against the low grey sky. Flowers grow where there were none before.

Yellow and purple and orange. The smell of wet grass runs gently through your nose. It has always been familiar.

 

Mud on your heels, licking your legs. Who was the first? Who will be next?

Two in the front; too late to tell.

Building and rising and crashing. It breaks on the shore and runs through your bones. And it always has to happen.

 

I hear footsteps and I see footprints.

I am following you. I am with you.