Poetry on the Move

For the Man I See on the Treadmill Every Day

Running as fast as he can to get nowhere

Photo by sour moha on Unsplash

Running shoes and water,
he’s ready for the race.
No matter that he starts
the same place every single day.
He tells himself the view
is certain to improve with time,
and he will win the trophy
that he’s raced so long to find.
He can’t recall what he will win,
He…