Poems

The Track

By Allison Benis White

Of course it is the absence
that is so beautiful.

Human or animal, the snow
will fall and cover her
tracks.

Maybe each word
is a footprint filling up
with snow.

I was here, meaning
I am disappearing.




From The Wendys (Four Way Books, 2020). Reprinted with the permission of the author and Four Way Books.