Angels in snow

that melted.

Footprints in the grass

Now grown over.

Clothes and shoes

to fit a man six feet tall.

Drawings in pencil

that are lost.

Photos of a male baby

as he grows older.

Children and grandchildren

with memories.

Words on paper,

words in the air.

A touch or two

of men and women.

A souvenir of

stale sweat and old cologne.

These are my traces in the world.

Take them and make of them

what you will.