Silent Footfalls

A single Seagull
Flying across the sky
Curt words
Between you and I.

Along jogger
Breaths in the
Salty sea air
As the boards
Boardwalk creak
Under jog weight
My silent footprints
In the sand.

Two lovers sit
A couple Huddles tight
Liplocked on a bench
As a homeless man
Finds shelter Under the
boardwalk steps.
I hear the lapping
Of the winter waves
Careless rhetoric
Wish the waves
Could wash away

The imprints
Of silent
Footprints
On my heart

Poetry Passions  
Jamie Cutler PhD
Watermark Press
Noble House