running of the bulls
window sills
ledges of low balconies
men will cling to
when the bulls run
for they who run
peril's pass
paths of glory
will leap & dangle
who know their
merely human strength
twist & vault
for even that
feels like victory
to those who take
& don’t regret
their stand
whenever
the bulls run
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Enjoyed the read! It reminded me of “The sun also rises” .