two hours
after she ate three grapes
and a half bowl
of chicken broth.
she had to work off the calories.
off she'd go,
with her headphones on,
cell phone
clutched in her hand.
a blood red head band
tight on her brow,
baggy workout clothes
to weigh her down.
special walking shoes.
a timer on her wrist
for distance.
i'd look out the window
and see her arms
swinging madly,
teeth clenched
in determination.
six miles at a furious pace
should do it.
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