Mar 20, 2007 00:38
there is a sacred, secret knowing with those mad enough to run
as one nike clad, short clad initiate passes by another sporting thriple stripes and a headband,
in the blink of an eye and the wisp of the after breeze
there is a nod,
a smile
an understanding
in our mad succession of fleet footed forward falling
we find a split second to acknowledge
to the mud stompers
tar trunchers
mile munchers
salute and
respect