Tracks in Snow
While we slept
it crept
in metered steps
through new snow.
It intersected
the trail of another—
sister, brother,
…
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While we slept
it crept
in metered steps
through new snow.
It intersected
the trail of another—
sister, brother,
mother, father,
friend or foe?
Will we know?
Do we need some sense
of certainty?
Or can we softly let it go?
© Sandy Long
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