Monday, December 19, 2005

blood in my shoe

propped myself up against this old abandoned freight car long neglected and ripe with age
twisted my foot a ways back running from the bull through the loose soil
set my roll upon the ground and waited for the silence to pass
beautiful night sky
turning purple black
the rain came slow but i didn't mind
just good to rest without running for a night
tommorrow i'll get back to the race

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