Run

ANOTHERPOEMOMGYAY.

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I run
when the sky turns to water
and merges with the flat grayness
underneath
I run
in the darkness
down streets lined with
sugar-frosted houses

timing my breath
to the ebb and flow of distant muscles

In between last light and first light
I run

even if the running is mostly in my mind,
where I am unwound from my heaviness,
where I sail freely on feet that are not
or maybe were once
mine.

I run.