run3

{miles}

a morning sky spree,
a sunrise song. a slight smile.

listen to the lungs, the thirsty
tongue, the way the whooooosh of street
gathers to the beat of my scissored feet.

watch an orange ball of fire
spark the sky. 

 

 

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2 Responses to run3

  1. blogoratti says:

    The only thing even slightly better than a sunrise, is a sunset. Beautiful poem, and very vivid. Greetings!

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