Dash (a magnum opus)

Dash

I don’t know who
you were,
or are,
but it was beautiful
to see you
running in the dark.
Dashing, worried
elusive spark
passing by,
carrying
your own Olympic
flame
for someone
nameless;
hurrying
As if a rain
were coming

The sparse light
catches a
flash of
blonde curls
bouncing
and brushing
’round
your dirty brown
football jacket
Your rushing
footfalls
send leaves
and white squirrels
scurrying

In whirlwind flight
you corner
the wall
in the Quad;
the lamplights
catch the
last dim sight
of an ankle cuff
dashing
through
the damp night

Your last
heel taps
ricochet
through the tree stand,
fanning out
then fading
through the square
A sad gap,
a silence
and stillness
resume
in the
chilled air

I don’t know
where you’ve been,
or must go,
to whom
you need to fly
on agile toes
Maybe you don’t
really know
I just hope
the one who
calls you
can listen
and hear the beauty
of your fragile
echoes

c. 2001, 2008 Evan Gilling

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