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

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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.