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today as I crossed the threshold
to the other world the veil was pierced and I felt alive the snow had been piling up for days and even if I could go nowhere I felt my feet really had a place to go and when I arrived in the uncrowded market square I glanced across to the wide expanse of trampled snow and in it were a hundred-thousand footprints of those I used to pass but didn't know in that moment I felt I knew them as I bounded across the street deer-footed-fleet to snowy knoll I can't say exactly why but felt compelled to follow my feelings of joy expanding in my chest as I approached the fields of snow the prints had such significance it meant to me that there were still so many still left alive and they'd played here my booted feet were skipping and then I squealed out loud as my boots joined the other little deer-hoof mark and I was dancing with the other deer-people who'd muddied the drifted snows throughout our public park My arms reached for the sun as she caught me in her glow I have never been so happy dapples of deer-human feet within the dirtied snow. LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 11:47AM PACIFIC STANDARD TIME/2/22/2021 AND ALSO FOR THIS POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS ANS ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD. WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE, WILL COME BACK LATER FOR EDITS FOR CLARITY OF THOUGHT AND EMOTION. Vote for this poem |
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