summer storm

summer storm

from the distance came rumblings of early storm

making way air thickened of fresh promise of rain

shaded darkness filled the sky not unlike blinds being drawn

rancid krackle of energized ozone filled the air

standing alone at middle of the road 

9 iron poised high above my head

daring all to take me on as I stood

with disappointment came change in course

once again I stood as not victor 

but solitaire