#2,584 We did enough to escape

We did enough to escape
that annual sour charade
of relative boredoms –
as
if it matters –
end-of-year
finishing lines –
We drove
over Howth & followed a
road race of every age
[&
shape] –
high-vis wearers
& puffed cheeks –
we saw
its gleeful leader’s charge
near completion –
we sat
in my car & laughed at all
those runners & desires –
only one fucking winner –
profiteering at Christmas