Walking Through March

National Poetry Month Entry #1 | Prompt: life as a metaphor

Smooth, steady stride across new pavement

fresh breeze rustling hair

sun-warmed shoulders

Measured, deliberate steps around disturbed earth

dried thorns grabbing sleeves

cold mud under fingernails

Slow, unbalanced shuffle up the final hill

wet socks rubbing blisters

sweating, breathless and tired

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