Monday, June 20, 2016

sweat dribbles down my cheek

Sweat dribbles down
my cheek as I walk
up the viaduct from Hoboken
to Union City, to Jersey
City and beyond, the rub
of cloth against my
chest and thighs, the
heavy breath -- the
rhythm of movement
in the over heated air
and the taste of salt
as sweat drips to my
lips and mouth -- a life's
journey, up and down,
in and out, over and
around, each movement
pressing me against the
powerful fires of
a nature I am never
able to over come,
but ache to surrender
when the most I can
do is keep on

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