to tread

our traffic follows wakes: it would seem you

weigh out your steps with afterthoughts and

the spaces left fill nonetheless


the turning of snow shows: we wish

to walk without leaving tracks behind

until the days we were are not


yet still we don’t erase regardless:

clues are scattered, the paving bends before

memories of spring arise unbidden

About Benjamin Norris

Published writer of short stories, long stories, poems. Well received art critic and cultural commentator for Berlin magazines. Collaborator with operatic societies. Co-writer of fictional historic psycholinguistic journals. Lecturer of architecture and art history at a Budapest University. View all posts by Benjamin Norris

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