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Tracking Snowshoes
Closer come closer
I want you to see the disappearing tracks
Eve may have pictured them looking for the apple seeds
Strewn without her consent
In the cherry orchard
Outside her window
Not meant to be
A different fruit altogether
Is what she got
seen listed and heavy wide apart in the snow
behind the picture window
the one I undress in front of
thinking surly thoughts untarnished in the trough
The mind's eye
lost widows and orphans dancing outside the pentacle
window
The card of the five
telling simply
no one is there no one can see no one looks
the tracks heavy and old
hush now
present themselves to me
dark sunlight glistening with the unspoken remnants of the
dregs
shoveling after
The prints remain
Only.
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