winter grains of salt dissolved into powder white
glistening in elusive darkness
it crunches beneath my pacing feet
the echo moves through a hollow park
ricocheting off sleeping trees who mumble lazy words of nuisance
like soft ants whispering in Sulyman’s ear
warning of the black ice laced on black asphalt on a black night hiding,
waiting
for
a
victim
like
me
glistening in elusive darkness
it crunches beneath my pacing feet
the echo moves through a hollow park
ricocheting off sleeping trees who mumble lazy words of nuisance
like soft ants whispering in Sulyman’s ear
warning of the black ice laced on black asphalt on a black night hiding,
waiting
for
a
victim
like
me
whoever said “it is better to stumble than make a slip of the tongue”
has obviously not seen the view from here
a star tangled sky I almost missed
I ponder the heavy hand of fate
divine intervention in black and blue
whoever said God does not have a sense of humor
should
see
the
view
from
here