The Long Walk

Howling at the sky,
Where steam of the hateful earth was now black with vengeance,
only hours ago released by the woodpecker
in it's search for hidden treasures
I found peace amidst the fury;
With each shivering stone that scratched my face,
Each drop that etched it's mark onto my shirt,
I spat my rage into the night;
And so, being clean of past agression,
waved thankfully at my enemy as I wandered toward home.

By....................................

Aaron L. Miller