Morning Run
The wind blows Morning's breath into your wake...
A dragonfly speeds past, a flash of color
To show that spring's advance guards are awake
A rhythm of steps, flurries of flakes,
And all's in a hurry!
I cannot tell whether beauty or wonder
Will win this morning race...
I am a part of everything
An Observer on the Breeze
A Knight on the dragonfly's back
Shall we fly back, he and I,
To greet you? To be stunned?
Or simply to fly on past and wonder
Whether you saw us -- that's not my way!
We'll light on your sleeve
And I'll leap off
Transform into
An ordinary-sized and mellow fellow
Running alongside,
Praising your dogs,
Remarking that the sky is filled with promise
Of rain or snow this morning
And the clouds hide the Sun
Like a veiled meaning...
If I run hard
And steam my many breaths
Into the frigid air
As I introduce myself
To the dogs and to you
Will you slow
Or will we keep running
Or was it just my imagination,
The hint of a smile on your lips
A turn of your head
A nod of acknowledgement
A word...
The frosty air is coming in off the thawing lake
The dawn is five minutes into morning
And everything's just right
For conversation
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