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With starting lines in measured meters 
Down back alleys we would run.
Asphalt drawn with borrowed paint 
Against each other’s clocks.

However matter what the speed, 
Our youth could not outrun 
The dimming of the light.
We ran with ragged t-shirts flying white, 
Battle-flags of poverty and youth. 
Swiss cheese costumes trailing 
From tanned-skin bodies. 

Cloud-like storms in herds of two.
We ran with hearts  
Pressed to the light
In hopes our wild youth protect us 
From the newborn world 
Of sudden fright.

Our elders 
Could not understand 
The pull.

Running into daytimes perfect wink. 
Running into night, 
By solitary streetlamp light 
On solitary phalanx pole 
Down alleyways
Of forming memories made. 

Breached in manufactured steel; 
Not by this 
Or any other time be stole. 

Gasping children, long run through 
Our mothers’ gaping doors.
Frozen captured moments 
Now slow released in modest rapture. 
Passing age 
Deflating each ones soul.

We hooked our hearts 
On borrowed time 
Toward winters frosty grip.
Sang songs of summer youth before 
Our child-time might slip 
So sure away;

That framed and famous day.

Time endures through rhyme 
As life is read by passing glance:

Oh could we be now more wishful,
Stilled in plea, 
With grace of God, 

For roads we long to trod
When given one more chance.

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