The trainer
A power mushrooms in my muscles,
taut, alert; the ears honing to hear
an unseen, non existent whistle.
Small oranges are lying on grass
if you can imagine spots of sun
as fruits. I can. I can pick them up
and conjure the vitamins in me.
Then I run like a flash, like a man
suddenly feeling acute urgency.
The days, the labor of moments speed past.
The sinewy pistons pump vigor.
“Run my boy!” MY trainer cries clutching
his crutches. The disturbed birds fly to and fro…
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


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Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
May the LORD of lords the King of kings, The Creator of Heaven and Earth Bless you & your family and there family in a Mighty Way.
In the name of Jesus!!!
Blessings and best wishes - S.
Interesting that someone brought God to the comments.
Thank you for posting this to the Ratings Rampage Group
Thank you for posting to D, D &S