Thursday, December 27, 2007

08

I have a number etched on my chest
this muscle
it runs a marathon
to be a hero of races
to cross your finish line

I am not the house builder
I am not the surgeon
I am the runner, the sprinter

You bang on this drum
I beat
breathe
exhale

I am the runner, the sprinter
demolishing walls
rushing the blood

I rush.

Z.D.