Sunday, February 19, 2017

Poem

Saturday morning
7:15
"On you marks"
"Set" 
Pow
Feet pounding, heavy breathing
15,840 feet to go
racing against the clock
running
dying.


onomatopoeia, rhyme, slant rhyme
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  1. Anna HFebruary 20, 2017 at 6:34 AM

    I love that running life. I can relate. What a great poem.

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