Present. Past. Future.These are three beings I know.Intangible and impalpable peoplewho nevertheless walk with mein the snow. Present and Future leave nofootprints for the eye,and you would not even know they were there,if Present’s boots did not crunch with a sigh. Past indents the white fieldwith tracks that are faint and true,left with flowers springing,yet…
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Warm Child
Three deer statues,side by side,once so golden and smooth.To the farthest left and right,the two are hugein comparison to the fawn snuggled in between. Sightless eyes andscentless nosesyou would think make for poor sketchesof the world revolving.But it is not so,for the deer see more than you and I.A world not meant for thee and me.…
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