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dawns the day, and so we lace our shoes

run one. just one. and when you’re done, may ………..-be run another one. perhaps a half. another step. another breath. another sidewalk slap-hum, another strum of heart, another start another way of leaving, believing, grieving, receiving sunrise hope ………by …{quail} … Continue reading

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Running Against the Wind

… Just gotta put one foot in front of the other, take another step pull another breath find another song. Just gotta listen to the trees, they know things feet can’t know lungs can’t swallow sky can’t tell. Just gotta … Continue reading

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The Tao of Tree Shadows

She runs, and whisper-soft, they tell her things. Secrets. The pounding of her own hooves. The bleeding of this indigo sky. The why of silence. She’s got lungs, and legs. She’s got this air and these miles. She’s got nothing … Continue reading

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Walking with Wolves, Listening to Trees.

She started the morning with smoke detectors alarming, dissident daughter disarming her silence. But the trees shed some leaf-secrets, and there’s a reminder in the road that even when we walk lone, we’re not alone.       ..

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little breaths

she runs one ………{mile} just to see the sun smile just to find a new and quiet start just to spill the beatings of her heart to the pavement one slow footpound at a time. just one. just to feel … Continue reading

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run two

{.5} lungs full of glue, but alive and well and ready again to pound these morning streets. set rhythm of feet and rasp to go, then do, and take up the task of shred-treading on through. sun beat us today, but … Continue reading

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i am 5am

the zen of all sky, no sun. first breaths, and livening of lungs. i am slow beat of heart and feet, rhythmic pull of chest. i am fast (g)race, unmetered pace, blurred face and untamed. blessed.

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