“out on my walk”

i watch girls
running at me
and
passing by me.

i am only
walking but
we are all
out of breathe.

i bet if that
one
in the pink
jogging bra
knew I wrote
poems,
she'd have
played hard to
get
and worn orange.

narrative poem written on 04-20-2013 by: on mattkane.com
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