To the Finish Line by Fabrice Poussin

Finish Line by Andrew Hurley

In the thick crowd of suits and heels, she runs
the shadow is relentless on her tracks
imprint of the minutes passed on the asphalt
what is she trying to evade in the early mist?

Eyes transfixed on the vision of words to come
impervious to the cries for help
her glide continues in a vertiginous slalom
she feels a chill upon her fragile nape.

So much impatience, so little time to spare
and they pursue the beloved aura
in their spring dresses of flowers and love
she knows not to stop or slow for anyone.

Where does the path end, when will she find her peace
for the moment the unspoken plea remains unheard
as an apparition she floats without unanchored
while below cries beg for her to give solace at last.

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Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.