smell of wet
midnight street.
trust of movement
in isolation. fear of
barks in the distance
or just awareness of
their presence.
the stride. the breath
in calm equations
continuously balanced.
I am.
moon from cloud. hazy
alabaster glow allows
shadows dwelling in
pavement puddles.
temporary lives of each
splash-shattered by foot.
endurance. repetition.
nothing but time and
time and time. as
hollow cars pass. jaded
transients. swish and
whispered gone.
flickering neon occasionally
or abandoned abruptly. one
dangling streetlight. one
flashing yellow hush.
one more mile. one
participant. no
spectators.
I am.
(Image from sportsister.com)
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