a chaos of paths
stops me in my tracks
tumbleweed AKA windwitch
stuck in the icy crust
while moss and lichen
nearby are melting free
touseled but upright
with gray cups upraised
a crushed plastic water bottle
rests like a saint in its icy crypt
the ground shakes
from a coal train
one piece of passing graffiti says
in gothic letters GET OUT
