With each step,
blistered skin slaps against my bare foot
like a 3-day-old band-aid.
The glare of passing headlights
blinds me, and for a few seconds,
I’m clinging to this world only
by the bottoms of my feet
and the air, thick with
remnants of the sweltering day.
Every so often, I dip my ear into the music.
Each time, like a forgetful child
touching a hot stove,
I shrink back.
The comforting rush of passing cars
and the buzz of crickets
will by my symphony.
Suddenly, there is a shadow before me;
a sinister outline in an eerie light.
Looking over my shoulder, I see a
UFO, looking for a place to land.
It has a mysterious protrusion
….
that is firmly rooted to the ground.
A lamppost that suddenly flicked on.
The shadow, is mine.
Jul 12, 2012
Jul 12, 2012 at 1:46 AM UTC
With each step,
blistered skin slaps against my bare foot
like a 3-day-old band-aid.
The glare of passing headlights
blinds me, and for a few seconds,
I’m clinging to this world only
by the bottoms of my feet
and the air, thick with
remnants of the sweltering day.
Every so often, I dip my ear into the music.
Each time, like a forgetful child
touching a hot stove,
I shrink back.
The comforting rush of passing cars
and the buzz of crickets
will by my symphony.
Suddenly, there is a shadow before me;
a sinister outline in an eerie light.
Looking over my shoulder, I see a
UFO, looking for a place to land.
It has a mysterious protrusion
….
that is firmly rooted to the ground.
A lamppost that suddenly flicked on.
The shadow, is mine.
Inspired by my run tonight.
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