Stepping in tracks
of repeating paternal patterns
seeking the verification
that the foot prints I leave
are big enough
or fit your farewell follies.
The personification of the snow
is that of a bright glow
whose white drifts, collapses and slows
my footfalls in search of a better show
With a better cast.
To those people, I go
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