“I challenge you,” tore
apart the air
pushing branches
and dangling leaves back
with force enough to
tear through the
lively green weave,
it made all that
heard become aware,
truthfully most could
not conceive reason
as his cold, painful
blue stare lay fixed,
arms tensed in rolled
sleeves,and legs in
gunslingers stance (not
square, spread, right
foot slightly farther
back); some would later
come to believe, after
he screamed into the
sunset’s flare, he was
calling out god,
the more naïve, saddled
idle minds, with
aims not to care;
he stood, a stone
man, they would believe
insane, his mind lost
in a trance (a few
would dare to quietly say, and even swear,
they had heard it
snap); but it was
his heart; that,
all should grieve.

09/07/2003

Author's Note: If you've loved then lost and it pushed you far enough (or you can even imagine what it would feel like), you should know what's going on here.

Posted on 09/08/2003
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