It’s after midnight
Pamplona greets us with open arms
Streets typically empty and silent
Not tonight
Celebration’s prelude of tomorrow’s chase
Sangria overflowing
I’m floating inside my glass
Swimming not drowning
But drowning in this glass may not be such an unpleasant thought
At least, just for tonight
Handshakes, hugs, more filled glasses
A feeling this will never end
Smiles from street to street
Greet to greet
I wonder if the bulls also have smiles on their faces right now
Dawn will awake
Sometime soon or off in the distance
I can’t tell
But at that time
I will see if my courage is there
To run through the streets
The chase of a lifetime
Or if not
Watch from the sidelines
With regret nipping at my heels
Originally posted August 1, 2015
Beautiful piece
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Thank you, Sofie. I appreciate it!
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Did you decide to run with the bulls or??
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So… Turns out we had way too much sangria… By 6am, it was best that we watch from the sidelines! My buddy and I regret not running to this day…
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I think you chose wisely. 🙂 I’m fond of poems such as this one where there’s a sense of danger and mystery, because the ending certainly leaves the reader with a sense of wanting….did he run or not? Anyway, thank the sangria!
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