Breadcrumbs
This is one
I left it on the road
Along my path
Under rocks
Dangling from a flower petal
by a single silk strand
An unconscious message of hope
Submits
Breadcrumbs
These are those
They still powder my clothes
Staining fingers
Combing hair
Clinging to corners of my mouth
the brave few look within
As multitudes of their brethren
Vanish
