Jogging haikus…

The last bird soars, but
before her world awakens:
One last smog free breath

Jog in the mornings,
the old, young; the weary,
fresh on their cold feet

To awaken when
The blankets are inviting
emptied of your dreams

Posted on August 10, 2004, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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