footsteps in the snow

Today,
yielding to the occult,
I tried to read my future
In footsteps I found in the snow.
Such funny shapes – full of meaning, I thought
Full of promise, I hoped
Full of everything you wanted
To stick in a bottle
And cast away
-my way.

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