the ice
holds my weight as I push
through
the brush and fallen
trees, broken branches,
the wintery dry stalks,
brown and blonde debris.
scattered birds
rise
as stumble forward.
off the path,
ignoring the signs.
I see a red fox lying low.
the park is not that big
and it's early still,
plenty of sun
and light
to keep me from getting
too lost
despite trying hard
to do so.
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