The Runner
He allows himself to hover
over his own flying weight.
He recalls the ease
of running effortlessly…the dopamine highs.
His toes are earth-pushing landmines,
his elastic ankles are circa 1980’s,
they detonate and thrust vibrant tendons.
Tonight restless legs push him across
a damp mattress -
and he still running after
a running dream.
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