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.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
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