Legs #Poetry

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I first published this poem a couple years ago here and recently recalled what inspired me to write this, back in the day.

I used to huff it to work by foot every morning (very early) and had to walk a good distance along side a very busy route, with LOTS of traffic; with mostly no sidewalk and at times pretty dangerous. It was a bit grueling and Mondays were always the worst, after a long weekend of rest.

Happy Monday!

Legs

Legs burn muscle

over hills and byways

highways stretching on the horizon

teeming with cars

hell-bent on winning the race

the race of human want

want that crashes without brakes

still, I beat the road

pounding legs on shoe rubber lanes

racing the clock

to stay in the game

gridlock metal that knows

no shame

refusing to budge, I remain

leg-muscled-highway

drive through wind and rain

all steel and rubber

screeching in pain

the race of human want

futile gain.

©️Jay Mora-Shihadeh

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