they are running

they are running.

i see them

in the park, around the block,

down

the paths

and streets.

circling, doing laps

into the dark.

they are going somewhere.

they need to run.

they need

to look at their watches

and pick up the pace.

they need to ignore

the pain,

the weather.

others in their way.

they need to toss aside

the idea

of aging.

they are running, running,

most unsure of

to where, or

what from.