a good run

2019

it was so cold.

the rain ambushed down volleys of frozen darts,

besieging the trees and concrete.​

the fog suffocated with its thick funeral shroud,

a swirling gray pallor of desolation.​

the wind shrieked and clawed with desperate rage,

intent on destruction and plunder.​

the ocean shook with violent indignation,

opening portals to the underworld in its eddies.

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the sky jeered at all who dwelled beneath.

the earth howled and cried and mourned.

even the birds were in hiding. 

all senses assailed

no sight, no sound, no breath

only the metronome of the 

     pounding rain.

     pounding feet.

     pounding heart.

forward and forward and forward

toward tomorrow

and suddenly the ground fell away  

and suddenly my tears were the rain

and suddenly i was the wind.