His body toned,
thin like a runner
shorts, a tank top
good running shoes;
coming toward me
through the village
passing me on the left
going to the store
Something wrong,
his motion awkward
his gait not even
his torso contorted;
held motionless
as he was running
moving, in motion,
but something not right
The right hand raised
up to his ear, cell phone
urgently
couldn’t stop to answer
talking on the run
couldn’t wait for the call
couldn’t stop running
though defeating his purpose;
the movement stunted
his important call
as is he wasn’t running at
all.
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edited July 13, 2015
Couldn’t Stop, Couldn’t Wait – v2
August 18, 2010
Couldn’t Stop, Couldn’t Wait
runner on Main Street, Suncook, NH
August 16, 2010
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