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.)
Editor’s Note, July/August 2024
4 months ago
1 comment:
And sometimes I find my best Poems are written this way. Fleeting thoughts, first thoughts; Soul thought. Lovely, you.
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