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People have walked their dogs here,

there are footprints in the snow

made by human feet, or rather

by the boots or shoes they wear,

and parallel to them,

rows of pawmarks, fore and hind,

left and right,

each dent followed by a slight drag;

some are dainty, as from a matron's yorkie,

others grand, a shepherd's,

rottweiler's, or lab's.

~

Off at an angle, zigzag,

here,…

She is a ghost, Now.

A chilling slice of wind that curls

around the hairs of your forearm.

Refusing to leave in such a fashion,

She is a ghost.

Taken not by the disease

that wracked the body,…

Your skin is translucent, like fine china

I can see just far enough to discern your names,

To feel the spear-tip anger that built your fortress.

I wish I were prettier.

Not just better than the thieves and grifters…

‘Makes wide right turns’…

I suspect it makes wide wrong turns, too.

This sign says “Runaway Truck Ramp”.

So, how did they know where to…

She bears a mark

On the tip of one finger…

She has been cupped in madness’…

It is ten years this library has stood,

open to all who would attend their minds…