pretty smiles, pretty lives,
crossed my my barbed wire lashes
irises drifting elsewhere, soon
before the trees burst into flame
before my world explodes in rage
adrift as well, elsewhere bound,
sneakers beat a solitary kicked-out trod,
toes twitching in the cold, sadly crossing years,
a broken watch, six minutes time, a photograph aged past my death,
chilly here, the wind cuts deep,
thoughts rushing like a fall,
the leaves in eddies chase my feet,
shadows warriors, painted, fierce:
angular lights serve for bloodswords,
some fingers blessed with a loss, unfeeling
retracting to a doorway sour, I escape the wind,
momentarily, before it blows within.
				    s.r.p.
[.:.:.]