moments ago
   through an untapped
spread of ******
    snow
hearing the soft sigh
under my shoe
   flakes pressed
     tight like glue
cold air kept
  them in place
though the landscape
      now echoes
my new space
    cut under
my human weight
  it's now patterned
       by my rhythmic gait
regular steps
   going to and
       back
on the snows' edge
  my trash arranged
    sack by sack
a mornings hum
  will break the air
   as the trashmen
  soon will appear
   then all is gone
in a clatter and
    clunk
another day
   passes and
along with your
    junk