Footsteps in snow; fresh.
Time passes, just one flash.
Snow still, plus tracks...
Wide, narrow, straight, curved; paths.
To where? To when? Don't laugh.
Footsteps in snow; near death.
Never once swept
up in the now, just - always what is - left:
the closest closeness, but passed oft.
No why? No why! Flakey; too soft.
