On wet sand and soft sea weeds,
Stretching it out on the balls of my feet,
Fast, as wind on air,
Like a steed that runs into war unafraid.
That's all I've ever wanted--
To run fast,
And, like Secretariat,
To have a place to show the world
That my heart is twice the size
A heart should be,
And that someone might come
And run with me,
And see, for all my whinnying,
The only thing I ever kick up
Is a deep love
For my brothers
And sisters.
-jenn
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