splitting sun

Kelli Lage

Through a wrinkle in the fog
I see a warrior stumble forward.
Veins faded, yet incandescent in their march.
The sun, sans the armor of midnight.
Fervor burns through his jaw,
and he releases a piercing howl.
For he will care for the ground
even if it means calluses and
burning pavement.
The haze crumbles to the
fiery roars.
Morning healed by the splitting sun.

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Kelli Lage lives in the Midwest countryside with her husband, and dog, Cedar. Lage is currently earning her degree in Secondary English Education. Lage states she is here to give readers words that resonate. Her awards include Special Award for First-time Entrant, Lyrical Iowa.

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