we walked through the woods
the spikes on our shoes piercing ice
seemingly more dogs than people up here
once we left the maddening crowds
in the parking lot
fantastic walls of rock rise above us
peering down over the centuries onto
the single species that destroys its own
world, methodically
the walls wonder at our ways
as we wonder at their beauty
the ice gives way under the spikes
on our shoes
the clicking of crushing ice
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