~ By Courtesy of Others ~
It was a savage walk
A vicious wind slapped my face.
Manifest anxieties echoed across
Billows of boiling black distilled
Bombarded from the sky; Hail
Falling to my knees, trying to
The Gods, proving their superiority,
© Mike Berger
Mike Berger is an MFA, PhD. He is retired and writes poetry and short
stories full time.