Running Shoes
Sometimes,
some things
become more than
things.
Become iconic.
Seek to represent us.
So even running shoes can
make a statement
about ourselves,
about who we are
or want to be.
Simple pumps,
designer trainers
both attach a label to us
to represent ourselves
to ourselves.
How we were,
how we are,
what we have
become
displayed for all to see.
But still
it’s not all.
Somethings still are hidden.
The wheres and whys,
somethings are still
in the running.
Running,
running
smiling
towards a greeting.
Running
fearfully
away
fast.
Faster and faster
turning the labels to dust.

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