Pulse


Like a racehorse of hopeful beat

It gallops off, then hits repeat.

Circles back, then saunters left.

Gets lost in the crowd, and feels bereft.

Puzzles out the surrounding path,

sorts the way, and does the math.

Trots to the right, and feels alone.

Delves deeper until it hits a bone.

Never still, can’t slow the pace,

every time I see your face.

 

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