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stolen chariot of a golden discontent

your hot racing wind lashes by

my lungs heave upon the borrowed rush

as their tiny cells attempt to re-energize

yet only manage to become

all the more spent

making most valiant though their quickly

weakened try

there in event rises my

surprised face's blush

my thin fall jacket is no match for your

angry winter's disguise

to the overly salted side walk

my eyes flutter down in the hush

for I am humbled by your obvious power

as well as your spontaneously quick

demise................

(June 16, 1995)