I call them swishers

the joggers in ponytails

as they run by me.

They pay me no heed

as their ponytails keep beat

swish, swish, swish, swish, swish.

Sure, they can run fast

but do they notice the view?

I chant to myself.

I may be slower

but that gives me time to think

of fun, nifty poems.

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