Ode for You Walking By
Today I have done my best
          to clear snow and ice, to make
your passage safer, a stroll
          in the park—you dog walkers,
speed walkers, neighbor lady
          taking your purse for every
three-times-daily trip around
          the block—you stroller rollers
and arm-in-arm saunterers—
          you neon-sneakered speedsters
and chunky-booted sloggers—
          yes, bluetoothed dude, even you
talking as if to yourself
          and pretending not to see
your dog doing its morning
          business in my neighbor’s yard—
you every day make my day—
          footsteps scraping, clopping a
steady beat, your back-and-forth
          passing calls me to wonder
where your way wends—you give me
          footprints in melted slush, path
I can follow through the muck
          these weeks have left in their wake.
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