The snow line keeps rising
up the slopes of the Wasatch Front
as the trees and flowers load the air thickly
with the dreaded spring pollen each day
making breathing a tough go.

The druggies roam further now,
the warm weather enticing them to find
new, dark hideaways to do their dumb little things
that screw it up for those smarter
who avoid addiction's deadly lure.

And, amid all this stuff,
I walk my path with a bitter determination
to not give in to that voice that says
"abandon all hope",  not matter what happens,
cause once you do, well.....

you've lost it, on the streets.
21April2014 - Dyfedd Rex