Runner Poem by Christoph Praus

Runner



Larger than late I'm standing,
Arms at my side stiff and ready,
And a cold wind blows in stinging,
My tendons ache, my nerves, dead,
I fall through the yielding arch.

Saturday, February 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: sport
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