September 2012

Long shadows cut through the path as an errant chill strikes my face
A dreamed speed in sharp profile
Hints of wood smoke and recollection echo in my head as I crest the next hill
Peripheral light teases with rolling hues
The slow burn of a heart pulled from slumber rises in my chest
Such light
Such heat
Let breath enter and ease my hesitant hand’s reach


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