A poem

OK - anyone who has looked up my profile knows I am into poetry and occassionally I write it too - or at least try to.

This one took two runs totaling 30K to write. Hope you like it.

Hunters

I am the orange spot before you
It doesn’t matter where I came from
I am in front of you.
Your pace quickens
Grey asphalt in lean strides
Flows hard and relentless underfoot
You reel me in.
It takes you longer than you thought
And just as you hear the sound of my feet
I hear the rapid strike of yours.
My pace quickens – I am in front of you.
You push harder
Pull even and smile
A quick nod “Great weather today.”
You are casual as you pass me
But I know it was not that easy.
I was your motivation
And as you recede before me
You become mine.