A great week full of exciting work and relaxation ends in an exhausting marathon of events, feelings and unusual experiences. This poem should express a bit of that.

From yellow leaves to the rooted trunk,
she scuttles down
a curvacious street
in a city of neon signs.

No time to stop,
to look at the letters,
and pictures and photographs.

With haste towards the finish line,
she doesn't waste a breath
nor does she feel the pain
of exhaustion.

It's a matter of life and death.

When she gets lifted up,
there's nothing else to ponder.

A second before the final step,
he earned that spicy lunch.


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