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The Sprint

Alexi Pappas beautifully captures the essence of running fast in her latest poem.

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The Sprint

When I sprint

my insides

are not all there

 

they are instead gasping

screeching flapping

 

baby bird beaks

 

who beg cry

declare

brave and scared

 

I seek worms in the form of air.

More poetry from Alexi Pappas
Tying And Retying Running Shoes
Running When It Is About To Rain
The Magic Of Winter Running