You never were a runner...

Look at you, pink and plump - reveling in the wet wasteland of a parking lot...















Always one to be apart from the crowd - the others take a more directional route -
















I hope you survive the gravelly pasture - I hope you are not out for too long -
I hope you are not parked on -- or worse! Stepped on lightly so you wriggle in pain and separation, waiting to be dried up like a strip of fruit,
chewy and only slightly sweet.

You never were a runner, you know.
The passerby notices...