Evening
Walk
April 9 2021
The ruts
are full
and
puddles of standing water pit the road.
I sink
into the squishy surface
and my
footprints quickly fill.
A cold fog
has settled
and dusk
is descending.
Until
darkness encloses me
and I am
walking blind,
the dense
mist
scattering
my feeble light.
The
remnants of soiled snow
under the
trees
are
rapidly disappearing.
Sodden
leaves
dead since
fall
are
plastered to the ground.
Even sound
is muffled,
as if the
night had swallowed it up
the world
receded.
A full
moon tonight
they tell
me.
I would
never have known.
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