Friday, October 28, 2011

Snowshoes

I see all of the footprints in the snow.
Whose tracks are they? Are they yours?
Did you come back? Are you yelling
out to me in the backyard blizzard?
Probably not. You gave back your key
after all had been removed except the
sheets, the wine, a potato with eyes.

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