Saturday, August 22, 2015

running shadows down the J-Trail

Through a twisted night 5 am falls long across the blankets.
Alone again I drink coffee & write.
I stall going running until almost noon.
I leave a note to no one scribbled on the back of an envelope. 
It sits unread in a silent house.
No breakfast, no plans for lunch, & no dogs. 
It is the lie I like to tell myself: I don't have to be leashed to these things anymore.  
A long slow run down the j trail to shake out the shadows.
And long slow run home to string-up the light.

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