Tuesday

You can’t flee faster than your legs run
Ain’t no magic overcome the laws of science.

Still, Tuesday afternoon I put on a dress
Orange, with a fitted waist and a flowing skirt
Black runners, red logo laced up, out of place.

I can only run a few miles, huffing puffin mess
But I could gain more ground underground.

Subway take to as far as the Bronx.
Damn that ain’t far enough.

Metro North carry we on like a bird
You can’t flee faster than your legs run

I can only run a few miles, huffing puffin mess.
Problem: I don’t any bucks, less than my stamina.
Hitchhike and risk a ditch burial

Run on, run down, run around
I keep running, my feet no longer touch ground.

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