From the soles of my walking shoes, I shake you out and s c a t t e r you. In my sole, a part of you remains. I find a tool, dig you out, keep you close - potted and thriving, you grace my front door. Every day, on my return from work, you greet me. In the trenches of Flanders, you were grated into m i l l i o n s of pieces, one of which, must surely have found me and brought itself back home to England. Your soul in my sole. 'Yellow Rose' courtesy of Pixabay.com A yellow rose. Sourced. Living. Copyright owned by Jay Cool , January 2019 Inspired by a reading of 'I hear a dog who is always in my breath' , by Samuel Ace.