dirt road run
Wet fingers tap my shoulder.
Above my head a halo of bugs.
The branches bow as I run past,
over potholes filled with rain and black farm cats.
Above my head a halo of bugs.
The branches bow as I run past,
over potholes filled with rain and black farm cats.
posted by caleb d. at 12:35 PM
1 Comments:
the eyes hear and the ears see - nothing special going on - just a runner running - but all that 'paying attention' happening
-Maggie Hall
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