Snowprints

                  Oblong

                    pear

                    with

                  slender

                   point,

    waffle
    wafers,

rolling     treads,     and

serrated
          souls

blur together in a winter carpet,
curb to curb.

At the end of
the walk; the curb
overlooks a pond
unable to flow
through rusted teeth
clogged by rotting leaves.

                                       The prints reappear
                                       on the opposite shore.
                             Faces have drown and
                                       kissed feet in
                                       this sea of heavy souls,
                             as my cold lips now
                                       press against my feet.
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The Collected Chaff, v. 1.0