Footprints

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a little plastic Christmas
loitering at the edge
of the year –
remnants dragging their
fingers across exposed
red brick.
her little fingers
wrapped around mine
like a present frozen
into time.

i used to be a footprint
sunken in fresh snow
but compacted
the ice creaks
beneath old
feet.

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