;

it whistles across,

almost burning

frigid and unfriendly

unlike the heat of indoors.

crossing streets, waiting for cars,

headlights reflected in the puddles.

images distorted.

faces changed.

slosh, slosh, slosh

don’t look up,

must look down.

slosh, slosh, slosh

the aching grows,

cannot be contained,

desperate to get out,

desperate to be noticed,

desperate to be cured.

slosh, slosh, slosh

the long walk will end soon.