the street walks with me
as the wind is funneled
into me and the cold wraps
its arms around me, cracking
my lips will her kisses,
teasing me into a faster pace
in the hope of escaping her;
rain pelts down upon me
sporadically as arms move
front to back as if urging
my will to move faster;
warm sweat slides down
my spine, chilling my
lower back but my shiverless
body continues its pace
and my open mouth pulls
in what little air it can
to keep me moving faster;
past stoic houses I walk
wishing mine was as well
constructed as these and
trees too magnificent to cut
still have their dead leaves
and these asphalt roads that
hold me up never seem to
want to let me go tonight.
1Nov15
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