On Visiting Sleepy Hollow Cemetery
I looked for footprints,
sure each step had shaped the earth,
and found the earth enfolding them instead.
As I left, I noticed my own footprints,
nearly covered by wind and snow,
but still enough to follow to the road.
This must be how they shaped the earth, I thought,
with footprints just deep enough
to point the way.
sure each step had shaped the earth,
and found the earth enfolding them instead.
As I left, I noticed my own footprints,
nearly covered by wind and snow,
but still enough to follow to the road.
This must be how they shaped the earth, I thought,
with footprints just deep enough
to point the way.
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