running down a gravel road
"You can never go home again, but the truth is you can never leave home, so it's all right." - Maya Angelou

running down a gravel road
crunch crunch crunch
beneath my bumbling feet
open sky and open fields
closing in around me
must get away fly away
like the red-tailed hawk
swooping from atop a power line
the horizon recedes
with every puff of dust
I leave behind a lone trail
that will soon be washed away
by warm summer rain
pluck the little pebbles
from my shoes
smooth the rocks into cement
yet still I hear the crunch
as wounds stitch into scars
and my legs continue to ache
held captive by the knowledge
that I can never outrun myself