Tracks It Leaves
Stalking every dream
calling me from sleep
A Yeti of the frozen night
I drove the pitons deep
Climbing over hope
belaying every wish
The tracks it leaves — perdition bound
to wander in the mist
(Haverford Pennsylvania: May, 2024)
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