UNTITLED

The wet breath of foggy dew licks the back of my ears and stings my eyes.
The cold brick bleeds through my shoulder as I lean against for all that is life in that moment.
It is there that i can see it, almost feel the warmth of a 5th story window glow across the path.
A yellow -orange harmony inspiring through an open sheer white vale of safety.
Just one step, two steps- just three steps more...
But the frailty beneath my knees gives way to acceptance of cool concrete against my cheek.
It is a welcome gift of sharpness to my jumbled thoughts and it is okay- because from this position i can still see the window.
Maybe they will see me too this time


@Red Hammonds 2014