Imprints by Daniel PetersonThe leg-markings you left upon my wall,
denim-blue imprints of a time I tried
to make everything right
Softly echoing footprints in my hall,
silent steps from a time I tried
to create a new life
And tie down those loose lines
that nightly went unused
And settle out those loose feelings,
that too often left me bruised
Soaking in the cold November sun,
a veteran nowtwo years, two months
I close my eyes and sadly absorb
the irony in my present warmth 11/05/2001 Posted on 04/24/2003 Copyright © 2024 Daniel Peterson
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