Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Slipstream

It's late
I'm racing fast
The cold air howls
As it flies past
The slipstream
Breaks around my head
My ears and arms
And chest and heart
Away it carries
Cares and worries
That once held me back
And casts them off
Behind me
On a hard, cold, distant
Roadway
Best avoided


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