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hearing feet pound the cement sidewalk, seeing cars and drivers pass by talk- ing on cell phones, silhouettes, shaped by street lights lit as darkness drapes, at the feet below these aging knees the shadow moves ahead and is chased down, falls behind as the body and face- less shape with feet that slap the ground not as a delicate dancer, because they pound the run into submission, at times the breath would better, if it were louder, and with a rasp then it would be easy to grasp why this impossible implausible delight seems so pure, in the dark and in the night, I invite one, I invite all, drop by any night and we see our foot falls and hear who steps could crack where they land and whose breathing would be better if banned, for disturbing the peace legs with muscle straining from the training, not getting the enough rest to prepare for the raining and the run, the stuff that tests, a rare human quality, can you finish what you start, arteries clear and how is the heart, do you know pace, do you know no quit can you find peace, can you give a squirt of water in your mouth without out choking and having to stop, do you know the joy that a child knows as they run can you find that place where activity was and is fun hard sidewalks, hard life lessons to learn heavy steps, heavy heart, hear the sorrow shadows, follow the mind multiplies and borrows fear from the shelf breathing in, hoping to be at ease, breathing out, hoping to release All The Tension Handily Exacting Every Nerve Damaged
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC
Observations: Hard Sidewalks, heavy steps, shadows, breath
hearing feet pound the cement sidewalk, seeing cars and drivers pass by talk- ing on cell phones, silhouettes, shaped by street lights lit as darkness drapes, at the feet below these aging knees the shadow moves ahead and is chased down, falls behind as the body and face- less shape with feet that slap the ground not as a delicate dancer, because they pound the run into submission, at times the breath would better, if it were louder, and with a rasp then it would be easy to grasp why this impossible implausible delight seems so pure, in the dark and in the night, I invite one, I invite all, drop by any night and we see our foot falls and hear who steps could crack where they land and whose breathing would be better if banned, for disturbing the peace legs with muscle straining from the training, not getting the enough rest to prepare for the raining and the run, the stuff that tests, a rare human quality, can you finish what you start, arteries clear and how is the heart, do you know pace, do you know no quit can you find peace, can you give a squirt of water in your mouth without out choking and having to stop, do you know the joy that a child knows as they run can you find that place where activity was and is fun hard sidewalks, hard life lessons to learn heavy steps, heavy heart, hear the sorrow shadows, follow the mind multiplies and borrows fear from the shelf breathing in, hoping to be at ease, breathing out, hoping to release All The Tension Handily Exacting Every Nerve Damaged
#over#fitness#fiftyfive
darrell-wade-elverum
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC
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