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The Tracery

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The Tracery

Austin Smith
Sep 27, 2022
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The hoarfrost traces the trees
Like a boy on his knees
 
Tracing a picture in a book.
When he asks his father to look
 
He sighs and puts on his glasses.
How fast his enthusiasm passes.
 
Son and father go back to bending their necks
Over a book of pictures, a book of checks.
 
Winters hence
A man leaves the house he rents
 
And trudges through the snowy yard.
His tender inner life has grown too hard.
 
His weight shakes the hoarfrost from the tree,
Revealing the real beneath the tracery.

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