When Andrew Hudgins relates chasing his heart to "an unleashed dog chasing a pickup truck," it creates a thought in my mind of a sweaty, tired, thirsty person wanting something more from life. That stuck out to me from his poem. That is what I wanted to riff.
My heart runs away from me,
pulling my body along like I'm attached to
a leash.
It goes running after goals I didn't
see before, but through the windstorm
it kicks up, I can imagine
chasing my heart like an unchained dog
chasing a pickup truck: exhausted, sweaty
salt sticking, creating a layer on top of the
makeup of the world.
My endurance keeps my feet moving-
5 hour energy.
I can't see the finish line- blind to the ribbon
tied tight between the two poles- but my focus
instead on the present
my heart unwraps daily.
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