subtle bite of morning
they are the puddles of water in the road that send his car
nervous warnings
startled merge of consciousness
yet as he traverses and settles on his bearing the tires throw out a surge of water
weaving north in the dark
sudden gusts and swirling rain
that make him shiver
reminded of a time he lost his footing
tipsy drunk
ace of spades
he fell at their feet
her test of his faith
he met his match
to find a forgiving friend
to right his path
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