Jogging
I jogged, one foot after the other,
Lungs wide open to welcome,
Breathings of the warm evening air,
Eyes stung at the touch of
Cruel sweat, saturated and salty.
I jogged, a flat branch overhead,
My left arm reached out to touch
The tree and its clippings,
Dwindling down the serpent's throat,
Though my fingers were amiss.
I jogged, against the moving air,
Soles hitting the ground aloud,
Bullets firing as if the sound,
Outpacing the farthest person,
All was fair and square.
Copyright © Julia Ho | Year Posted 2016
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