Talaria
By Scott-Patrick Mitchell
Published 1 January 2021
when i was a kid, i was
always conscious of my
feet…weird webbed toes
- yeah, i know…so when
it came to running races i
always feared those last few
places. that’s why i’d make
running fly by, calling on high
for hermes winged kicks & over
grass skip like a stone across lake’s
placid drip, a blur going faster & fast
-er. now, as #adultkid, i sing for what
orphic hymns can bring, present myself
pennate pumps that let me lift aloft, jump
footpath frost, capture childhood lost, ankles
alar like slick sports car taking the corners of
the world faster & faster, avoiding disaster, paws
without pause, swagger of rock star, as limbed in
quickening as a feather star, going faster & faster &
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