Sunday, March 27, 2016

winnow

the wind whips by
bracing with bluster
you muster the strength 
for the next step
as frosty gusts winnow away
the decrepitude of neglect
clearing the accumulation
of grim grime decaying 
you in quick lime
a million false starts
start you stuttering
and stalling 
to creep slowly onward
rising and falling
to be purified 
by sweat and salt 
a light ahead 
beckons and dances

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