If running was scorned,
And people laughed at runners-
I would still go run.
In old clothes, worn shoes,
I sneak out, before the birds
can raise an alarm.
The pre dawn dark cloaks
my lonely loping figure,
seeking the shadows.
Eyes adjusting, there-
Under a palm, another
runner, sprinting hard.
She nods, passes me
a sprig of thyme, symbol of
our alien bond.
We run on. Rooted
in our souls, this need to glide
steps above the earth.
#Orlando #loveislove #Pulse
......former public defender/legal aid lawyer, Teach For America teacher, and always running....
A Grateful Life dotnet 
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