Silence in snowy streets

By | 1 August 2010

The footprints were black as tarmac,
somehow withholding the light
which otherwise streamed across
the intersection of snowy streets:
perhaps they had captured her soul
as she walked from the basilica
over to the poet’s monument
and then to the small chapel
where she would sing a hosanna:
but all I could hear was silence.

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