For today's prompt, write an "on the run" poem. You can decide who or what is on the run and what might be causing them to run. For myself, I had to link today's poem to my poem yesterday. But you can run in any direction you want.
Here's my attempt:
I try to tuck it in
Three poems before noon
The dogs are all barking
The train blows its whistle
My hair drips down my back
and the train blows its whistle
I have so much time
eleven more minutes
To say, what
That sooner or later
You all become words to me
I spill you like runes
And arrange you for balance
And from your distribution
In your faces
and turned backs
I glean a sense of a message
Some pattern perhaps
Some reading
of loves, lost love, friends, family
Who I am, how, was
the whistle goes on the train
I am out of time now
but will leave you in your configurations
I will study you later
and try to learn
who I am, generally
and what is likely to be
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