I Bleed Too

The grass has sharp edges like a scythe
leaning, chasing
me in my journeying

and the sky is a shudder
of electric fire,
anger in its storming.

I hurry to win
the day, my steps seeking
and I bleed passion---

memories as shadows

© Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/(link is external)