Friday, April 25, 2008

Runner's Poem by Hank Kalet

Runner's Poem
By Hank Kalet

dried apple core
a turquoise toothbrush

humanity's wasted mingled
among pine cones

and grass clippings
along cracked macadam


tissue box crushed
colors faded

robins' voices
chirping counterpoint

to rhythms of runner's feet
pounding worn pavement

(Written and memorized while running five miles this morning. I jotted it down on a scrap of paper when I finished.)

1 comment:

SarahA said...

And sometimes I find my best Poems are written this way. Fleeting thoughts, first thoughts; Soul thought. Lovely, you.