Tracking Poem I2ndFebruary
2nd
February
Tracking by Trackers Teams on Feb 02, 2009
I was at the edge of a track on the forest floor
in the black dirt
into the Earth.
It was an edge of a toe
of a Fox foot
gliding on the ground.
There was a cave in this toe,
as it pulled itself,
up and out.
I walked in that cave
I found craters and mountains.
A whole other land
connected by valleys and ridges.
Sprawled across the Earth.
And it was crumbling
under floods and drought.
freezing and dew.
under my all my wanderings in it.
A doomed world
I saw it come and go.
Behind the fox.
Into the black.
Back to the Earth.
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