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In the oral tradition of the distance world The story of the taper is commonly told "Beware the drop, it'll drive you nuts You'll bounce off the walls, chomp at the bit" I think I remember that youthful feeling But now it's more, like Harold's red light
We used to dread that pedestrian stop And jog in place or pace the street Impatience has left, replaced by longing For the serendipitous change That grants us the rest We savor like wine
So here we are, in the final week I head out for a short, inconsequential run My feet roll under me, surprisingly easy Meeting the beat of Marley and Mayer A gentle rain raises the scent of fresh cut grass and something distant laced with vanilla and cinnamon spice I feel the rhythm in my pace Round the corner and see the Sound Drips fall from my brim, shirt sticks to my chest Moving through space is effort less I feel like, I could run forever Ready No not Here we come |