Track Poem by Jamaica Alston

Track



I have tasted
the heat of
asphalt and the rubber
of the Track.

Running and jumping
no matter
where or
what I do.

The salt taste
of blood
intertwined with
sweat is nasty.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: running
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