In the Snow
–Charles Simic
Tracks of someone lost,
Bleakly preoccupied,
Meandering blindly
In these here woods,Licking his wounds
And crunching the snow,
As he trudges on,
Bereft and baffled,In mounting terror
With no way out,
Jinxed at every turn,
A mystery to himself.
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