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light poking through
sheer black cloth
gently creeping above
highways and forest trails

brown and gold masks
dampening the short
smattering and
clacking of frozen feet
bending
breaking
in the velvet white sheet
so easily disturbed
beneath us

the ignorance
stupidity
wrapped around winter
comes sneaking upon us

I follow like a blind mule
down crooked cobblestones

waiting
patiently

our legs creak