Running: A Poem in First-Person.

Franklin Running

Sprint, sprint, sprint.
Jump up to grab the leash.
Pee in a hidden spot.
Sprint, sprint, gallop.
Sprint.

Stop.

Poop.

Sprint, sprint, sprint.
Jump up to grab the leash.
Trot, trot, trot.
Trot, trot, trot.

Stick!!!!!!!

BIGGER STICK!!

Drop all the sticks.
Trot, trot, trot.
Gallop, trot.

STYROFOAM CUP.

Lightning speed gallop.

Drop the cup.
Pick it back up.
Sprint, sprint sprint.
Wind blowing through
my golden brown locks.

Look adoringly at Shannon.
Smile ruefully.
Okay ….

Drop the cup.

Trot, trot, trot.

PINECONE!!!

Weaving around telephone poles,
Crossing streets.

Sprint, sprint, trot,
Trot, Trot,
Trot.

I SEE HOME.

FULL-OUT LIGHTING SPEED!!!

Franklin is an exuberant runner. He is my trainer and my motivator. He doesn’t actually pull me along – he generally runs with a slack leash. He adores running, but is easily distracted by trash. New year’s resolutions underway!

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