Footprints in the Margins

photo: Bengt Wanselius


There is no one living here;
I'm merely leaving
an abundance of
abandoned houses,
each of their pages
rattled back to wood
by wind and rain
and other excesses
catalogued under the rituals
of reading.

You will never find me.
The only trace is footprints
in the margins.
In this way, know
we have walked
these words into roads.
We have passed ourselves
as strangers--
most intimate.



by jerry gordon