Walking Backward

The MorgueFile

i slow myself,

walking backward

across invisible stairs,

trusting that the 

treads are clearly outlined

in the bottoms of my feet.

bare on soft pine

i feel long threads

of wood sacrificed and planed.

their length surprises me,

and though eyes are blind,

feet know the way home.



copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

my #4 for NaPoWriMo

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