The Runner


Young Brad Pitt boy
Brad Pitt before Troy boy
running down the street
The urgency,
as if making a resurgence,
he
had to get there in time
A rented tuxedo slung over his shoulder
while the March winds blew colder
A different century
Everyday sense of adventure
we
haven’t seen in so long
Hometown simple glory
I’ll put you in a story
Not mine,
but one for
the
people who say you don’t exist
Like layers in blonde hair
is romance to those who care
This kind not sexual, sensual,
but present tense
you’ll
find it still struggles on
I hope he made it in time
for unknown reason or rhyme
And whatever else is true
I hope that one day
someone runs that way
for you

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