run

I ran past and paused,

the crimson rise of the sun

gave honor to the Buffalo Soldier.

A moment of memory,

a moment of time,

a moment of the universe

casting crimson sign.

They are not forgotten,

they are still heard.

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A run,

thoughts come

and go…

the steps not fast,

not slow…

I listen to crickets,

birds and such.

To rustle in the trees

sun’s warm touch…

I measure my distance,

from tree line to tree.

I measure my fatigue

and I talk to me.

I pray some, and sing

and listen some more.

My thoughts ramble

trains on the track…

I am soon done,

I am almost back.

CMM @2020

I run

you run

we run

it does not matter

we run

it is

a part of a few

who know

it is true

it is

life…