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Decision MAG

By Anonymous

   Decision
There are paths across the blank, shining plane
Where footsteps have pounded snow into ice.
There are drifts, once wind-caught, immeasurably deep
Unmarked except for bird footprints' concise

Cuneiform. The pounded snow is concrete.
The plane is the Future, infinity, white,
Carte Blanche. Following in the footsteps of others is
bumpy.
So I strike out across the field in sunlight.

by S. D., Needham, MA



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