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blurs of green

marbled by the droplets

dragging down the glass

brick gym sweating

under the humid rain

sliding lazily down the old shingles

reminding me of days spent

sweating by those branches

clock ticking

wanting so badly for

practice to end so legs can stop

running and

aching and

dying

sidewalks where one can sit

at the end of the year and

eat hamburgers that taste like freedom or where one

can race

heart pumping

to the old gym for events swathed in shades of

purple and white

memories of kids cheering for their team

and others wishing everyone would be silent

and listen to the hot fog outside or

the train as it breaks the cold pressure

or just the leaves

green red or bare

whispering

whispering that there is something more than this