The beat is slow
beneath our feet
our fettered pace
as muscles heat
in the morning sun
how time does fly
never see it come
mile number one

The first few miles
we jab and joke
as we speak of our week
at the office zoo
then all at once
mile number two

We’re in training
for a half-marathon
comes my old friend
pain in my left knee
how the pace quickens
mile number three

Saturday morns
at dawn we meet
seven miles today
favored wooded way
along the shore
step it up more
there’s the post that reads
mile number four

One leads the pack
we use their back
to focus and
reprieve the pain
a test to survive
we search for air
where is that post
mile number five

There’s not a sound
as we pick up speed
to reach for time
this inner race
time to get our final kicks
as we reach the marker
mile number six

Now near the end
we’ve lost our wind
inner champion raises
the need to win
we pass the line
from hell to heaven
when we reach the end
mile numb-er seven

09/10/2007

Posted on 09/10/2007
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