Lightning bolts chase me across the darkness.
Thunder follows me with the sound of a throbbing heart.
Mars is there
In the stormy August sky.
Fiery and red
Cupid’s arrows cannot penetrate a harden heart like mine so he sends down
Mars, the god of war, the god of lightning and thunder
I seek refuge under the florescent lights of an open all night grocery store.
Like Odysseus on his journey. I am lost and lonely.
I wander the aisles in search of the food that will make it better.
The person who will make it less lonely
And, there you are.
Like Penelope
Waiting
Among the sweet young peas and the fresh new corn
And, I am happy to see you.
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