non-euclidian

i think it’s in how she wanders. you’ll set her down at the starting chalks, fire the gun, and before the cheers subside you find her at the beach talking with the crabs.

“how is your day today, andrew?”

“ ’eick, ‘eick”, replies andrew the crab before receding into his sandy home.

“is that so?”

wondering how she got here, you’ll try to follow her path.

endearing, perhaps out of its oddity, one you could never find on your own.

(maybe i am lacking some occult membership card?)

but.

if . you. place. one.

foot. at a… time. gen t ly

in her footprints.

(letting the wind catch you when you fall)

you might hopefully and awkwardly recreate the dancing