winter is coming soon

I flash back
to ornery, mud-eating days
the grit and stone
I can taste the blood
feel the cavities shock and startle
as I run my tongue over my teeth

gone,
gone are the days
of lounging,
popping open a beer
or a blouse

I am incredible
in my honesty
totalitarian
in my compassion

winter is coming soon
with it
the running
running shoes down to
bare soles,
running to fly
if only for a moment

it will be one moment too much
1,000 moments would
not be enough

forget what I said
winter is here