Across the snow-encumbered park
Beneath the squirrel-secret trees
One figure walks the winterscape,
Black on white.
A late and solitary car
Scrabbling homewards, beetle-clumsy,
Lights up the slow and steady prints
Of human feet.
Beyond, at vision’s edge.
The city waits
Like building blocks some giant child
Dropped heedless down
And went away.
Departure dominates the composition—
In memory still you walk a winter scene,
© Jennifer Strauss