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  • Christopher Bacalla
  • Jun 8, 2020
  • 1 min read

I run along the edge of a hill.

As I begin the sprint:

legs youthful,

eyes worn.

Elementary athletics

on a collegiate quad

epitomize the edge of man and child.

Others are researching

significant scientific whatevers

while I try to turn the past into forever.

 
 
 

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