Third Place, Poetry Contest
Trains Railroad tracks look quiet under snow
and so do you, though There
some
is
—
a sense of
I
that is not the case.
don't know,
chilly otherworldly place.
Stepswide side
by
side
on
widewood
Let's leave footprints I
know
unless
we choose
and
let
snow cover us with white
and
let
us freeze on to these tracks
and
let ice stick
foot prints stay
when
we
stay
in
them
We stop
any
where we can,
they won't stay long tonight
can time time
by Cherie Priest
27
to stop
on
to
and stand
our backs
