This is one of the Types of Poetry. A short poem about... Sandals... and travelers... and other things.
Sandals
by
Richard A. McCullough
Sandals left upon the sand from travelers left upon the wind.
We were walking, friends and I, when we met them, and the sea receded and the sand curled around their toes and backrolled from the soles and they were standing, while the moon shimmered glass beneath them.