Running Without Looking

Streamlined skull idling in the reed grass
Among the jumped fleet footed bones poise
white ribcage releasing the coattails of winter
heart pounding, feet pounding

eating up earth and asphalt
nothing can hold me down
no one can catch me again
gulping mouthfuls of warm moist air

Calm wicks off my skin
Chunks of me careen away as I pick up
Speed trickles down my spine and pools
on my sun picked bones still running

Running without looking
back is sanctuary
Streaks of flesh race off trim hooves
Tufts of hair run free

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