Two figures running across the road
Black boys in dark clothes seen against the asphalt
Yellow lights casting green-gray shadows.
One runs swift with jeans three quarter ways down his butt
Showing off light blue boxers
Light blue framed by black and blue.
The second eclipsed by the first
A dark star beneath the full moon
Soaking light from light clouds on a humid night.
The two absorbing my attention
Like runners on a Greek vase
Not Keats’s urn, but legs all legs crisscrossing
A moment in time
With urgency to run
To be free
Not caring about traffic
Not defiant with a slow walk staring through the windshield
But joyful proud in speed.
© R. Scardino, 1/3/07
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I want to be one of those figures.
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