Tuesday, April 06, 2010

NaPoWriMo #6


one foot after the other,
running past parched grass and
puddles of mud. all blurring into
a hazy green.

the ground merges into an
endless road of gray, and
all i can see are my feet-
one after the other.


Malbebe said...

I feel like I am there in this poem. The words flow very nicely together.

cuileann said...

mm. vivid.

Edge said...

As a runner, I <3 this :)