Race Against Time

July 30, 2009
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I turn around
you're not there

The big fire has died the sky
is shy with lights
the leaves have stopped the breeze
has eased but

You were miles and miles ahead
I was

I blink
orange light
glimmers in my eyes
I start again the
leaves prattle
“you're not going to make it”

“You're not fair”
makes no difference to you
because at the end
of the day it's you
crossing the finish line
not me
it's me
going underneath
the white sheet
not you

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