A Poem About What Sneaks Into Our Shoes On The Run
One elite runner makes beauty out of the sometimes-gross gunk we collect between our toes while on the trails.
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Twig
See where
the socks hug the ankles
that is the place
where earth sneaks in
finds and hides
in your kingdom of toes
hoping to go
somewhere new on this ride.
At your finishing place
you remove your shoes
fish out of socks
the twigs who intrude
place them down
do not be sad
you were the best taxi
a twig ever had.
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