The running game

I
Never did he know her full history
She would circumnavigate the track
alone & fast like Baudelaire’s faun
Nary a word passed between them
Nothing beyond furtive glances & heavy breathing
She, staying in her mathematic course
He, freezing at the siren voice
When last he chanced upon her at the oval
her fair cheeks were one with her jowl
Her steps down to a roll of a vintage car –
He could not imagine
why time didn’t spare her of its usual curse.
Why was she keeping faith
with her ghostly marathon guy?
Did life shortchange her?
Was her lover on the lam?
She’s running as if to catch a setting sun
Never did he know her full history
Ever familiar, O sadly shrouded in mystery.

II
She runs
to outlast her lovers
He runs
to outlast a regime

 

III
This is the beauty of it:
You can run & be alone –
You can even haha! fall in love with yourself.

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