Curious Stranger

Stepping on the Crunchies
And crushing where I shlep,
Absorbed in each breath.

Where fall leaves stale,
I plant these stomps.
Going nowhere,
In particular.


Then I saw you
Stepping on the Crunchies too,
Consumed, simple, and true.
With all of you.

Stay playful, Stranger, curious.
There's enough crunch
For the both of us.

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