Alexi Pappas beautifully captures the essence of running fast in her latest poem.
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When I sprint
are not all there
they are instead gasping
baby bird beaks
who beg cry
brave and scared
I seek worms in the form of air.
More poetry from Alexi Pappas
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Running When It Is About To Rain
The Magic Of Winter Running