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Slippery Paths I awoke to a world of ice, so clear it was unseen. Till underfoot each step slid on yesterday’s ground that promised firm grip. I let the sun’s fingers walk and play over slippery paths. As hidden vapours rise where sun-prints leave their mark, I see the way for me to step. © 2022 Craig A Roberts