Jeffrey Park - 1 Poem

THE RUNNER

He runs, he leaps, he misses
his footing
and slides down the steep ragged bank
and into the ravine
to the bottom
where he lies for many a long
lonely week
and then month
and then
year
and the grass grows up and through
his slow-bleaching bones
as if to prove incontrovertibly
that if man
had been meant to run like that
God
would have put wings
on his ankles.

Biography: Baltimore native Jeffrey Park currently lives in Munich, Germany, where he works at a private secondary school and teaches business English to adults. His latest poems have appeared in Requiem, Deep Tissue, Danse Macabre, Crack the Spine, Right Hand Pointing and elsewhere, and his digital chapbook, Inorganic, has just been published online by White Knuckle Press. Links to all of his published work can be found at www.scribbles-and-dribbles.com.