three
……..{miles}
should do it,
there and back
again.
Cool breeze, cool lungs,
a brilliant sun skimming
the surface of all this blue.
There’s a rhythm here
that’s different, a sky song
waiting. The beat of feet
without the strangling
heat. A breath caught, held,
won.
For once, a little
sad you’re done.
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Love all these running themed poems De
Thanks so much, trish. With summer activities and fun in full swing, it seems to be the only muse I have time for these days. 😉
That looks and sounds real nice, (except running),lol. Wouldn’t mind riding a bike through there, feeling the wind blowing through my last few whisps of hair
A beautiful day it seems and wonderful thoughts.