Mass Transitory Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

The ground this morning was coated with snow.
No footprints or tire treads
Save for my own.
Twas only last eve
I walked home the same path.
Many crossing steps of both paws and shoes
Careened and journeyed.
I found a pair I liked,
Christened with a thin fresh blanket.
In these I stepped
Beside several more.
Along the sidewalk dimly lit,
I followed.
But today bore new innocence,
A virgin landscape untouched.
With no footprints or tire treads,
Save for my own.