On the Run
Concussion waves
turn dust to smoke
obscuring all but impact.
Light filters in frantic
fingers pointing at nothing
as pathways fade to black
sucking shoe soles
into an undertow abyss.
Staccato shots pierce the din
followed by further detonation
and all goes dim--
not stopped
but stunned
and so, the chase continues...
Thanks for the inspiration Ian! To listen to the prompt go to: http://showoffscommunity.blogspot.com/2013/07/community-e-bulletin-music-monday-song.html
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