PSA_117

one foot swung past the other, then the other, again and again, the wet shag grass, whisping at the front then slashing under the bottom of my boot toes, wet fudge leather in a quick flash revealed a caramel sheild, it stayed for the ride for a handfull of strides, so i saw it as a sign, and i bent to reach at my foot to peal a wet golden leaf to hold to my face to read for anything that could tell me how to survive, i read the decay at the spine juxtaposed to two dots on either side not aligned, i found nothing inside, i wanted to save the leaf as a sign of fleeting hope despite realizing that salvation can never come from the outside, i dropped the leaf on the grass and moved on, each step denying the fall