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When the bodies willing

A Rarity

By Katie Published 3 years ago 1 min read
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Occasionally

On a rare day, when the weather’s right

and the body’s willing

a run will turn into something more.

A turning back of the clock,

to a time, of a time, when it felt,

effortless.

A time when I could and did run

for hours.

Each stride a declaration of my youth.

My athleticism and strength.

A time when nothing hurt and I’d fall into a zone,

clicking off mile after mile after mile.

My body doing one thing while my thoughts were elsewhere.

Those days are now few and far between,

age chasing me down, grabbing at my ankles.

But once in awhile it will all fall into place

and I run like I once could

and I revel in it.

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Katie

Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.

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