by Mike U. The kid was too youngThis distant uncanny boyFace abscondedInto the murky depths of hisDrenched and threadbareCrimson hoodieEyes mere pinpricksOf sentience in the shadowsWhere his face should beOn this pouring midnightSidewalk where even the rain seemedExhausted in the scornful conesOf streetlamp illuminationAnd unseen clouds sighed aboveToo tired for the bluster and pretenseOf thunderAnd he sat … Continue reading Heroic