Chased
chased such a long time
I was behind myself
cobbled roads with water
streaming down the guttered edges
pouring into the end of a river
I chased myself there
alone
nothing this end of town
I forgot why I'd been running
a perfect figure
well colored and clad
walked toward me,
"You needn't run, the chase is ended."
With both hands, he touched my shoulders
I have smiled and watched the river
ever since I can remember
once, there was a boy running
and I caught him
Copyright © Ann Copland | Year Posted 2014
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