One of Me (Day 302)

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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