Saturday, April 27, 2013

Running Free (for

I can feel it in my eyes: I’m beaming.

Slipping through the cedars and firs,
splashing through a stream. The sun almost
catches me as I slow, voluntarily punishing
my body up a dirt slope. A silly dirt slope
that makes me feel like I’m doing something.

 Some would call it nothing.

 But here I am; HERE I AM.

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