she pauses, you are lucky,
(not that you did not earn it)
she corrects herself
I turn pause, and hold my tongue
Regrets, old people are so full
of melancholy , anger and antagonism
looking about, comparing
sniffling into the past choices
trying to eliminate the differences
from the closest to them
at all cost wanting the tally
to be even or the same
Time is a teacher of the cruelest
yet we wear it through life
thinking it can be silenced
until all is taken, the voice becomes
louder, and louder without remorse
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I talk myself into my run
one foot in front of the other
climbing upwards challenged
laboring a little
just enough to remind me
I pass birds calling
aged trees standing still
among the wood line
while wild brown-eyed susans
wink in sway with a soft wind
a wind I need to release me
I do not stop until the trail ends
Mounting Pegasus under morning night,
we take to wings of running flight.
Among stars and constellations,
entered in morning night.
A falling star drops just ahead,
a silent wish is quickly said.
Into the mystic morning show,
Pegasus and I have nothing to dread.
Heralded by seagulls awaking,
the birds in faint light start taking.
To song and flutter as we pass,
all a part of the morning making.
This runner’s flight crossed into light
from a mystic morning flight.
Pegasus and I ride into red glow
dripping sun just in sight.
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