Trek

Midnight Runs at San Pedro High School

Trek

 

I hoped over the cold metal fence

Of the high school

The home of the Pirates

 

At 11:30 is the worst

The sprinkler system coats the steel

With a slick liquid death

 

I scale the murder trap

With the knowledge

An injury is emanate

 

I land harshly

On the other side

Safe

 

But my trek has just started

My legs are waterlogged

Each step is a chore

 

The Harbor breeze cuts through my damp jogging suite

The cold air weight on my lungs

Nine more blocks to go

Author's Note

Sometimes it's a moment in time....

Reviews

[joshua deathdealer]

This is excellent. Took me back to my memories of walking. I like the construction and feel of this one. Nicely done.

[Coyote Poetry]

I was raised in Detroit. In 17 years in the city. I knew shortcuts and knew where to go and not. I like the story in the poem. Remind me of journeys and adventures of my youth. I would love to see more of your movies. The magic of words and good acting make a film survive a lifetime. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Amila Jay]

Cool write:)

[Calypso]

This would be my freshman year of high school

[BeccaB]

well written i enjoyed reading this ^_^

[Greg the Bard]

A runner you are. This form and the use of time stamps are becoming common place for your writing. That I find aluring. It add to the overall work and makes for a break in the flow. Somethimes the breaks are distracting but not in this work.

[Chris]

You used a number of unique words... purposefully or mistakenly. One or more could be typo's or even mind-ohs. The point of my mentioning them at all is the meanings are subtly changed - for better or worse.

I like the thought of the run - the "feel" and flavor of the effort.

Chris