composing lines
the air is clear and cold this morning
hints of sage and pine
i hear bird song
there is much to learn about this place
too cold to sit in our backyard
just yet
the sun still hidden
the earth must spin a little more
i suspect it will
i tighten laces, open our little gate
take a deep and not-quite-satisfying breath
and begin
the first step is the hardest
it is a beautiful morning
i'm doing what i set out to do
literally and metaphorically
in a semi-linear fashion
i run
~
marketa is still asleep
how does she do it
an untroubled mind
a clear conscience
a genetic predisposition
a gift
off i go
these words forming
to be written down
later
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2020-09-19 at 14:19
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