stepping on sleeted
railroad tracks, I squint to find
a vanishing point

turning from hostile
wind to deserted rails, I
can’t quite comprehend

Far Away I see
animals, or machines, or
dreams. maybe shadows.

women with their hair
done-up drive by the tracks. I
wonder after them {[?}]

pines sugared in snow,
but green clings to
their rear flanks

treading on other
footprints (=) drowsy universe
I won’t awaken

:::flakes::::extra:::silence:::
:frosted::pines::delivered::by:
::air:::by:::cloud:::blankets::

so many footprints:
the day long gone, and we all
romped our feet through snow