April 15, 2009
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I trace your backward footsteps,
my shield from the icy sigh
of the frozen world

An unwrinkled blue expanse:
cloudless, and ice-bitten toes –
“Try to see nothing but blue,” you say
and our backs brush the snow

In blurred peripheral
wind combs naked trees;
my eyes chase your skyward gaze

trying to see nothing but blue.

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