Running Always Incomplete
03/02/04
The race is on
Our marks are taken
A shot splits the air
Gravel snaps and pops
Grinding beneath the balls of our feet
Destination in sight
wind dries my sweat
salt sticks to my skin
sprinting, shaking, surge
why run?
I can’t compete
On my tail
like grey hounds on a rabbit
I’m going down
but not easy
Keep running
Just keep moving
I’m not done.
