Did you ever look at footprints
in the snow? Really look,
looking deep in the hollows they
create
to where a foot came to rest
and left itself, an impression
pressed into the snow:
the soft pad of canines, felines,
wild and unseen, or domestic,
or the sharp point of a deer’s
hooves
stepping lightly, piercing, an
arrow shot,
or barely breaking the crust of
snow,
the delicate scratching of birds or
mice,
rodents rooting, hurried and afraid,
seeking shelter, a safe harbor;
did you ever look at footprints
in the snow, the impression
that they leave, even your own?
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