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