Go on, mate

Keep running. Get your knees
up past your ears. Punch thick air.
Breathe in through your nose
and out of your mouth. Let the tarmac
know you are there. Show the buses
you are made from metal and fuel.
Tell your skin it is lucky
to be wrapped around you. Run,
whatever that means to you.

© Carl Burkitt 2021

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