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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