M is for….


Miles of bad Haiku

‘Bama race issue
It’s really not black and white
After mile 18

What is wrong with me?
I keep saying, “That is IT!”
Here I am again

Grasshoppers prepare
Mindful of my direction
They hop right by me

Already I know
I’ll want to take a big nap
At mile twenty-three

Damn! I just realized
Miles and time are figments of

Second hand sweeps by
Three steps for every second
Thirty-three thousand

Then, the finish line
You can cry if you want to
When there’s nothing left


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