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"walk with your head up", exercise gurus say. but when i walk, i always find my gaze 
drifting back to the ground. i see the weeds, i see the prairie dog holes, and i see the 
footprints of people that have walked here before me. so many kinds of footprints. so many 
kinds of shoes. sometimes there is a single trail of a single person that chose to walk 
alone. sometimes there are a mess of trails crossing over & over. 

and when i see people, i look at their shoes, and i wonder... what would this person 
think about when they walk? would they see the same weeds, would they see the same prairie 
dog holes that i do? 

today it is raining. female rain coming down. running down the sides of tree trunks. 
rivulets coursing across the pavement. the cars are all gathered around a muddy pond in the 
center of the lot, like colorful horses getting a drink. 

so tomorrow when i walk across the yellow-grey flat open areas, kicking pebbles, kicking 
sticks, and stepping over empty brown bottles of poison. when i walk on the sidewalk at 
the school, all the footprints in the dust, all the footprints in the places where people 
cut across, will be washed away. and someone will have to take that first step, to make 
their mark, and to make the trails again.

 
 
   

 
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