In The Middle Of An End Run
© Glenn Gardner 04152013
‘e ran, and ran, and ran, and ran. Run End.
Endorphins rush off course, and course in veins
Exploding in our spirits’ inner men,
Enveloping with dust the layered pains.
As camera captured flash runs ‘round the whirled
The “dis” enchanted stand and cheer, so far
Below those loving hands once pierced and gnarled.
Though First Responder’s towels touch our scar,
Unseated and defeated cruel deceit
May yet still stab exposed fatigued frail limbs
Of runners, trailing leaders incomplete
Who foster ever faster end-run Grimms.
An interrupted run need not hit dirt
If covert truthiness meets Truth overt.