A Passing Sad
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“A Passing Sad,” New Era, Jan. 1973, 7

A Passing Sad

A passing sad—it only

tip-toed across my heart.

Should I take a plaster cast

and seek the culprit?

No need for that

actually—no time;

For like walking on spongy ground

the footprints spring back,

And only those who saw them

would ever believe

they had been there.

Photo by Royce Bair