The soft sand settles slow
Underfoot into the footprints
Into the so so many steps
If I’ve shifted the drifts of snow
By the reservoir, there apart
Departed from almost everyone I know
A snowman, with a smile
And a tuft of dry grass hair
Dare I to recreate, to rebuild
If to be lost for a while
Was the cost to be borne
If atop the vast panorama
Dostoevsky’s style was worn
Meanwhile, here in the rain
Past stains remain in my environment
Ingrained, learned, deeper than conviction
Cooler than the gallows
This feel, at one at a distance
A rough touch, the gentleness deserted
Indebted
Unknown now they walk
So so often
Since once again we’ve parted
I would have nestled
The round
And weathered boulder
Slung loose aside my cap
Fastened secure
Hung down or sat upon my shoulder
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