A Poem for the Snow

The daily act of writing a poem,

how dare I think I have outgrown

myself 

when I am just a wandering child in the wilderness

bare feet in the snow

fox tracks 

picked up and sifted

as the whiteout blows

tiny arms of sinewy stems

pierce the air

with their 

ambition

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