Tuesday, April 06, 2010

NaPoWriMo #6

laps

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.
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3 comments:

  1. Malbebe7:14 PM

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

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  2. Holly6:45 AM

    mm. vivid.

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  3. Edge7:52 AM

    As a runner, I <3 this :)

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