First Run
By: James Dubeau
Wind blows
Chilling my bones
Fire burns
Down my legs
Water falls
From my brow
As I run
Across this town
From the sewers
To the prairies
I run
Not as fast
As I want
Not as fast
As I need
But as fast
As I can
On this early
Spring morning
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A self-congratulating, back-patting, narcissistic, creative? writing experiment... Thanks for stopping by, constructive comments appreciated. All posted writing is a work in progress and may be updated at any time.
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