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A Poem About The Mark That Us Runners Leave On The Trails

Alexi Pappas /



I’ve been here so

so many times

know your bends

your hills your climbs–

when I intrude

you never mind.

But if you thought

you’d stay the same

I’ve news for you,

you’re going to change.

When I visit

I bring something new

the stamp I leave

all over you

the one from me

and from my shoes.