When shall I foot it?

In the silence of the morning

Witness the night slur into dawn

Anticipate the sound of the hollow winds arise

Where trees flank the way in the same direction

The broken dreams by the road

Shall not commemorate my (intentions/achievements) vs. my failures

Regret shall be the footprint that I leave behind

Only for those who know how to read the trail

Shall follow in my footsteps momentarily

Nevertheless I watch for slim pickings

I smile at the sight of slim birds swift or wing

That goes where wind and thunder conversant

And clouds that unleash missile shaped raindrops onto the earth

For which I am grateful

Now the dust of the travelled road is awash with the rain

In due time you will no longer remember my name...