The chase


Everyday I go to school by the park
of blooming flowers
then falling leaves.
I simply can not remember when the park was not chasing after the time.
Or maybe I was always late to school?
The run we all bear.
I could swear
every dog there ran as fast as it could
every child there ran as fast as it could
every slide there was as fast as it could
Even when I told myself it was not a race,
I have never been late to school again.

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