There is one of me
and one of me and none
of the other an empty chamber
where sound and light are
deadened the way they are
when leaves fall and pile up
in rusty old heaps like shredded
paper turning to dust in the gutters
or when the trolley stops running
because the tracks lay beneath
a blanket of snow spread smooth
and white as buttercream surface
excruciatingly unmarred irresistible
except instead of two lines
of footprints there are only mine
and only mine and none
of the other in the empty space
to my right from where only
the purest light glistens
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
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