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Those footprints
left to be buried
in more snow
only live briefly,
and disappear unnoticed,
an existential disappearing act,
and the same fate
silently awaits us all,
ignored even as
it plays out before our eyes
in infinite examples
daily.
While we live, let us live,
we can worry about death
when it has arrived at our doorstep.
The snow may indeed bury me someday,
but I will not sit and add to
the freezing pile,
when instead I can light fires
and live to see another day.
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Reece Beckett
Poetry and cultural discussion (primarily regarding film!).
Author of Portrait of a City on Fire (2020, Impspired Press). Also on Medium and Substack, with writing featured… around…
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Beautifully written!