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.
© 2015 ck’s days
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