I walk
the sandstorm
follows
I walk onto the sidewalk
the sandstorm swirls sand as
it slides onto the sidewalk
I change direction
the sandstorm
does the same
All across my
walking route,
the sandstorm keeps dancing
like death’s daggers
I turn around
thesandstorm
isclose
wantingtohugme
I r u n
I c a n ’ t l e t
f a t e t u r n
o n t o m e
Yet, sand has
hit my eyes
and my body
I walk home.
Not who I was before.
Something has changed.
— Billy Wikol