day 3245

June 26, 2015
day 3245
with my head-phones on,
the world on “Mute”, wondering
what they’re all saying.

day 3242/day 3243/day 3244

June 24, 2015
day 3244
of the friends I have,
the one who shares my time most,
is this wooded path
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day 3243
I checked the forecast,
saw it better that I run
sooner than later
+++
day 3242
the snapping turtle –
its brown shell, cracked in places –
a survivor’s scars

day 3241

June 15, 2015
day 3241

quickly, carefully,
I stepped down the muddy trail,
while getting rain-soaked

day 3240

June 11, 2015

day 3240
beyond the awning,
I scanned the sky- was it dark?
Would I get my run?


day 3235/day 3236/day 3237/day 3238/day 3239

June 5, 2015
day 3235 
the birds are chirping, 
geese honking, cranes cooing, 
and the tree trunk groaning
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day 3236
walked up the street, turned,
and entered Cafe Lulu –
“We need pie, to-go!”
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day 3237
started down the trail,
wind and rain couldn’t stop me,
nor stop the bird songs
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day 3238
the one thing I know:
every day is a good day
to go for a run
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day 3239
I’m being careful,
or trying to be, to not
become a cynic

day 3234

May 15, 2015
day 3234
package in the mail,
a pleasant surprise, really,
more a time capsule

day 3233

May 13, 2015

day 3233

they sat close, coffee
cups between them; she reached out,
gave his hand a squeeze

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