Running Grace

Paced by her shadow
she lopes down
tree-lined paths,
flirting with pools
of street light
while the moon
makes quicksilver
of the sweat that
sheens her skin.

With teeth bared
and breath steaming,
she pounds out
a relentless rhythm
for them both,
replacing the ache
in her heart
with the burning
in her legs and lungs.

Neither of them care
where they’re going
tonight, or what
they’re running from.

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One thought on “Running Grace

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