I ran
miles
Until it started to feel like flying
Until it started to feel like flying away.
I was filling my head with sound
Stretching for escape from the dirt of the days
Reaching toward the setting sun over the windy water.
The skin on my feet is breaking
Like the drumbeats between my eyes.
And I ran from the swans
who came right up to my shoulders
and I wished I was one of them
a warm white and feathered body
which floats on water
as if it had no weight at all.
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