In Ciel d’Oro

To leave no mark,

The dancer writes.

To leave no trace,

The hikers pledge.

Ah, hard to do.

Easier, far

Simpler, to leave

A little mark,

A minor trace—

Not palatial

Ruins and waste,

But not nothing,

Not perfect blank,

Just nothing much,

The minor mark,

The small, scuffed trace.