Long Distance Runner
The Forest floor sodden, after thaw.
Widow makers out/in horizontal draw.
Stalactites, waiting
for the mis-trodden,
like web and spider maw.
For miscalculation, error in judgment.
Spinning disc through the tree-blind.
But you've been sent.
To get help, medicine, equipment.
Of a dire kind, in dire need.
They are counting on you.
Become the wind through the trees,
like elemental spirit,
laugh at the faceslaps of daggered L' eaves.
More speed.
Copyright © Jude Herrick | Year Posted 2019
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