A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

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He runs through and in between

Castles of glass and concrete

The fading daylight

Casting golden hues

Against the towers and crowded streets.

For a time

His path converges with another knight on the run

And they race from their demons and toward their goals

Feeding off their runner’s high

And disrupting the symmetry of castles

To attack all the journeys not yet traveled,

To run

And to be run again

The very next day.