Curious Stranger

Jumping on the Crunchies
And crushing where I step,
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.

Dig Deeper