Poem Hour Twelve

Counting Steps

In her sleep
She is counting steps.
She gets nowhere
But does not wake up.

In the morning, she rises early,
Puts on workout clothes,
Expensive running shoes,
And jogs on the spot.

She counts every step,
Every minute, hour, day,
Walking miles, never leaving the house,
Going nowhere fast.

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