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where will I go
in the soft fallen snow
when the past is easy
and the future unknown?

where I’ve been before
is laid out on the floor
in steps depth-measured
over the forested shore

and to look ahead
there is none to be said
to find a path to follow
where no feet have been led

so where to go?
the fast or the slow
where I’ve been
or what I don’t know?

~R. Harder