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John Boreiko

Running Water

Turn the handle,
Here comes the water.
I barely notice the famed sprinter,
On the last leg of a race,
Splashing through the finish line.
Still fresh after the long run.

From what I see,
It’s a short journey.
I forget the long distance it runs,
Taking for granted my ease.
While the impoverished must run for water,
As their water has no legs to carry itself.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2009 EDITION]