Saturday, February 25, 2017


A city moon's dust
falls under the shoes
of this running afternoon
pacing for a marathon
over a breath of wind
by the seashore miles
mistaken by surprise
a hawk surprises me
on a now leafless tree
moving under an arch
of nuances
in a wonder of clouds
in March
which wisely dance
between the sleep houses
as contestants
who are shivering
as they talk about the race.

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