Hike
pink on blue painted
plastered upon the horizon
take a whiff in, the wind
blowing up your nose
and underneath your gentle
eyelids. Protection, your
curly lashes hold no
stance, the wind. The breeze
and bridges and buildings
across the street they breathe.
a slow painful breath,
stuck in a sense of purpose.
In service to: human race.
Pittsburgh. Downtown.
Penguins fans, the opposing team.
Steelers fans, the opposing team.
I win because I’m the one with
the wind and the end of
a puff of smoke.
Down, watching the sunset.
Might take a hike, like under the
Texas sun, a hike into the sunset.
A collage of color and faces,
nature and elevations.
Take a hike.
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