Running for fun.
Running for some conversation.
Running in hope and praying
for the freedoms of the African Savannah.
Jogging for head injuries,
not concussions,
but mental isolation.
Trotting along a dirt road,
I saw some cacti.
They were alone together.
Dreaming of moving swiftly through
the cranberry fields.
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ReplyDeleteWoah! This reminds me of the feeling of running in the middle of the night to music.
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