another run
another thin moonlight bath
another run that won’t earn me fame
another run that won’t excuse me from
the work-a-day
another run that won’t elevate me
any more than the few meters this path climbs
no crickets too-cold taste of fall
running on an avenue of
simultaneous self hate and self love
wondering why
at 11:30PM I’m alone on a
rural road
no loved ones
knowing where I am
pulled deep into the carapace
pushing the intervals
through legs
tired from 4 out of 5
days running hard,
biking 10 miles to work,
and helping a friend move.
“no, I don’t need a ride home it’s not that late and I can bike…” awkward.
Silence except for
the quick controlled
foot falls that come
before fatigue
and my own hard
breath.

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