Turkey prints in mud, prongs
beside a tire-spun (lake) bilged
with brown snowmelt — both
a passage — one a trident’s
curious ease, an architecture
clean and mär-kəd — claw
to claw of no momentous depth.
One, the frenzy of (dis)traction,
a miniscule coal-pit flung
out and tailing, a gouge
of uncertain depth, perhaps
or simply clear evidence
that there are two ways
to press a foot into a land.
Image: Photo by Waldemar Brandt on Unsplash
Sweet and Bitter Greens 
Brilliant…loved the last line, just ties it all up nicely!
Thank you, SG. You are very kind.
D
My pleasure.