A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
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.
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