So often in the snow he’d see his dread
\nsteps yesterday with day before beneath
\nincising snow with such distinctive tread
\nas made his lonely progress every week<\/p>\n
How could another man deliver milk
\nor this one bread or that collect the trash
\nor anyone distribute month-end bills
\nday after day the days reduced to ash<\/p>\n
trod under mindless cycling heavy boots
\nhis own which drew out clearly how his life
\nwas nothing but what anyone could do
\nand so he trod and lived life as a lie<\/p>\n
And so would tread until there came the spring
\nAnd with the grass grew change each breath a wing<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
So often in the snow he’d see his dread steps yesterday with day before beneath incising snow with such distinctive tread as made his lonely progress every week How could another man deliver milk or this one bread or that … Continue reading