Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Running

Varicose veins of lightening run across the night sky
Behind shadow puppet clouds
That dance across the dark
As a bolt of lightening strikes so close,
It illuminates my car
And I see the light in my rear view mirror,
as I drive through a patch of fog that takes my breath away momentarily
and causes pinpricks of fear to form upon my neck,
goosebumps running from the storm...
Just like I am.

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