Oh the miles I have run
through summer rain
steam rising from the streets.
The harshness of the pavement
destroying my cushion.
Through crunching leaves,
avoiding poison ivy
like the plague.
Through hard cities and soft pastures.
Dodging the snap of a dog
and the fresh patties of a cow.
Through the blistering sun
melting my soles.
My skin transforming from
fair to lobster to light brown.
From one to twenty six point two
and all those in between
Oh the miles I have run.
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