running late

snooooooozed
until 5:45,
and the sun
had already woken
and spoken
(“HOT TODAY!”)
and scorched the edges
of the fray. ran 2.24 any
-way, sweating and fretting
and huffing and smelling
somebody else’s puffing
(think magic dragon; think
legal now in nevada).

am i 
contact high? i wonder,
as i speed on by. nah.
only (still) enamored
of this morning sky.

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