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Tracks It Leaves

Stalking every dream
calling me from sleep
A Yeti of the frozen night
I drove the pitons deep

Climbing over hope
belaying every wish
The tracks it leaves — perdition bound
  to wander in the mist

(Haverford Pennsylvania: May, 2024) 

Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm

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