Thursday, December 15, 2016

Snow prints

these tracks
this script of travel
whose part to play
in returning
or never leaving 
in the first place

what has been gained
gleaned from these prints
left in the fallen snow
that lead off
and away
into the cold

why do they wish
for something that way
when here is okay 
at least indifferent
when all the world
is the same white

who calls to them
beckons in the frozen veil
memoirs of warmth
written on the ground
in their path
the remains

where is their home
when sweeps the wind
and the script is gone
will the story linger
teeter til the end of time
and then...





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