Posted tagged ‘paw prints in my tracks poem’


March 4, 2015


I follow laborious lanes, alleys of yesterday’s
skis, finding intermittently
prints–paws cupping blue,
sharp-petaled as
pressed-flowers–a coyote who preferred my flattened slants
to the deep snow, even sticking to
the loops of my backtracks–

I imagine that same blue
siding his moonlit lope, and despite the warmth
of fellow toil,


A belated blue 55 for Real Toads.