There is a Boy Running Down a Dusty Road | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

POEM 342: THERE'S A BOY RUNNING DOWN THE ROAD

there is a boy running down a dusty road
in his tiny arms, a dying dream yawns

he pauses for a while, gasping air and biting dust
gritting teeth to fight off cold
dusting worries off his cloak

he takes off again

his mind dazed by the blinding lights of hunger bites
yet he runs, farther away from what's behind

he'd lost what it means to be found
and sought what it means to be lost.

he runs faster

an oasis appears three cactus away
he dives in, his thirst to quench

muddy waters block his murky sight,
what was desired not gotten, not found

run along, carry on, his past calls out

a boy heeds the nomadic clarion call
he hit the tracks with renewed vigor
chasing dreams that always run away from him

there's a boy running down a dusty road
in his tiny arms, a dying dream yawns

will he ever get home?

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