Poetry

running.fast

it’s not like before
i’m running faster now
it’s not a saunter
nor a stroll
i’m running a sweet 10K

a dream telling story
opening and closing doors
white winged secrets fly
a feather i possess

awakened i wander
remembering the run
through a thick forest

on my way
to there

being here, i’m there


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