One Last Breath of Sunshine

There once was a man who chased the sun.

He rode his bright red convertible between his hands at ten and two.

The sweet breeze flapped around his blue hibiscus shirt and he smiled.

Never once before was a cloud in front of him.

He kept his distance and drove on as far as he could go.

He never stopped his engine but for a ten minute nap under the soft shade of a maple tree.

The sun peered through the big canopy of leaves and he awoke

He drove on until the car sputtered.

He ran on until his legs gave out.

He crawled along the deserted highway until blood stained the white flower pattern.

And there he lay in between a continuous strip of yellow dashes.

The air grew cold. and the clouds encircled.

Then he took one last breath of sunshine.

Or so he thought.

The clouds passed over him, swirling with wispy tails.

Not a tear was shed from the face of the pure white clouds.

They vanished and the sun peered through the rainless clouds.

He gasped. The warmth filled him.

Too long had he chased the sun and missed the clouds that bore no rain.

Too long.