Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Running: A Poem

She sprinted up the hill
Singing along to a favorite song
Unaware that the keys fell
And hit the ground.
A good half mile from the house,
When her workout was complete,
She slid her hand into the fleece
And did realize then they were MIA
And had to retrace her steps
And pray to St. Anthony
Until she found them
Sprawled across the middle of the street.

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