there is a footstep . planted in each memory . that’s being erased
following the tracks . of others, will guarantee . we’ll go where they’ve been
it is comforting . having a guardian watch . the icy front steps
in between the lines . illumination teases . imagination
at every line . a beginning ends, starting . a new beginning
whatever happens . it rests on shared history . largely forgotten
whatever’s coming . it can only be dealt with .after it arrives
even when standing .where there is no obstruction . there is distraction
every wonder . is obscured differently . by a point of view
a person walking . away from wonder, can still . experience it
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