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.

Step on the Crunchies

©2022 Corey Boiko