Her Heart was summer
and she danced barefoot everywhere as if the patterns of sand would imprint themselves on her feet
swirls made of constellations
tiny specks of matter too small to tell, light shifting on the face of the water.
She danced barefoot everywhere
its easier to feel the world that way she said.
her feet were calloused with marks of the earth
stained with the sea
and she danced barefoot everywhere
expecting the world to understand