A sum of a thousand
and more heads, breaths brushing, dash by
for those who are the cause. Each of them run forward.
Little feet skip like frogs, and scamper
the field, no obstacle daring to keep them
back.
For those who are the cause, the ones who had to stay
behind, everyone runs in
motion.
For those who are the cause,
mothers join fathers
and pace themselves, as they watch their kin.
They choose to race, these sons
and these daughters, sprint eagerly
legs moving, and darting in honor of the legs that lie
in bed.
