Falling Liquid Water and a Machine

by Emily Grace
(Lincoln, Nebraska)

Harder and harder my legs push
water splashes around me
sweat pours down my face

the whir of my tires
the plunk of drops
are the only sounds I hear

gone are the deadlines
beyond me are troubles
I see only dark, shining road

chase me, I will not be caught
only the rain rides with me

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