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July 04, 2022

Pursued

By Joan McNerney

Pursued

My dark dreams scatter across asphalt streets. Rain splashes
ebony ink, winds snarling my damp hair. My mind in knots
and snags. Throat dry and raw as I step over cobblestones.

It follows me, this long shadow, waiting to cover me,
to encompass me.


Now I am passing a field. My worn shoes sink into moist grounds.
The soil offers up scents of mild vegetation, promises of spring.
Gusts tangle trees and calls from lost trains resound through night.

It follows me, this long shadow, waiting to cover me,
to encompass me.


I keep climbing a hill. My mind twisted into knots. How can
I breathe? There is no turning back. White walls meet me head-on.
I feel the rough concrete pressing my fingers as I push in.

It follows me, this long shadow, waiting to cover me,
encompass me.







Article © Joan McNerney. All rights reserved.
Published on 2021-08-02
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