Footprints in the mud
begin in the Ganges
where ashes take wing
In the bazaar, women’s eyes
flash,
bracelets and bicycles
jangle
the clattering herd
races toward the sun
spokes intersecting with
light
the clattering train
Pancot in the hills
84? 85?
Footprints in the snow
slipping backwards downhill
squeak of new snow
blue light reflecting in the
forest
Dog’s tongue clacks
as he catches his breath
84?? written in Mimi Albert’s class
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