run (just) one

until it’s done.
until there’s an end
-orphin smile cracking
open your jaw as that sun
egg-yolks the sky.

run it speedy gonzales style
to make your own breeze,
feel the rhythm of fast feet
on this waking street.

run it (just) til your lungs burn
and the sky turns
an audacious shade
of periwinkle



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