A Path of Breadcrumbs by Joni Caggiano
steam rises from the path which elicits moments
tasting of honey, trickling over my body, as I roam alone
hot pavement releases her heat through steam,
like sultry, smoke cascading upwards toward the heavens
morning rain, still fresh with summer kisses mixing with pollen
tiny is the child with training wheels on her bike
innocent her smile as she glides on air in new shoes
our feet once walked beside one another, exchanging thoughts
you saved lonely earthworms from the heat of the sun
my eyes swell with stale tears, as I leave you breadcrumbs
wildflowers bursting with fragrance, clothe me in their robe
remembering you like a chocolate cake that has no end
