tenth pabst
collapse
this too will pass
pull strength
out of thin air
clean the bits from my hair
give it one more stab
in the gulch
where
the hurricane spins
a lot of people
ride thin and fall in
and still manage to swim
but I drown
until
I come around
and when my feet hit the ground
with purpose and sound
I give away
the urbane
to embrace the the slick terrain
one shoe will never know
if the other is completely blown
my audible groan
will let you know
at last I am home.