flee

if i run fast enough,
you won't be able to catch up
and i'm ready, now
to go
i'm expecting you will stay
behind.

what hold must release, for you
to forget me,
and i,
you?

distance will do,
a lack of proximity
can temper most things
to a dull roar.

running to the next hole
i'll find to
crouch in,
waiting for the bombing
to lessen overhead
waiting
to gather enough distance,
and speed

so when i see you
in my trail of dust,
i'll have enough warning
to step off the path
i've beaten
into the pavement.