Art 'Is it really you?' by Soft Blonde Moustache



 

Cat Tracks Across Concrete
by Jeremy Pomeroy

By abstraction, from the pawprints,
the recreated hours of the housecat—
august, lithely treading still-wet cement.
The fern, long pressed in silt,
pulled from the river—its imprint on the stone.
By abstraction, the natural history
and winds moan that once threaded and bent
antique rushes of primordial twilight.
            In the cold, the prints
where the snow has thawed, refrozen,
the human trails preserved in ice.
I go seeking this melancholy essence of winter,
the signs of what-has-been.