Thursday, December 03, 2009

It jumps out of grasp

It’s getting dark. In a flash, I notice it.  It’s tall.  It’s beckoning me.  My pulse races, yet I continue.  Just as I think I will reach it, it jumps out of grasp.  No matter how fast I run, it gets away.   Unless…good, the next street light is burnt out.

2 comments:

Meghan said...

shadow yes?

aarastas said...

yep...from running early in the morning.

 
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