run three, with some glee

because 85 degrees
at 10am in August is a gift,
humidity or not. because the
knots in her brain
and heart and
bod untangle best
when her legs
are flying. because
sometimes
crying isn’t an option,
but sweating’s
just as good.

run those three
………….{miles}
with some trace of
smile, that the day
didn’t run away from
you after all, that it’s
enough to stall,be
-hind a little, find
and find yourself in
a late morning cloud.

to listen to the loudloud
rhythm of your own feet
on
the street.

 

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