imageIf 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....

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Marathoner, Detroit native, Red Sox Nation member, lover of all things "all singing/all dancing" and glad you're here. Friends with Coco, Caroline and Simon (2 cats & the Eclectus Parrot).

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