My feet ache for sand.
Whisper of a violent discontent with concrete.
Draw me nearer to soft yielding places.
Responsive to the depression of steps.
An organic notation of â€œI was here,â€
carved by bare toes,Â heels and insteps.
Concrete does not permit such markers.
Nothing imprints upon its traversed surface.
My feet ache for sandâ€¦