Thursday, December 23, 2004

Morning Jog

Running through the morning mist
By the frost so tender kissed
Flit by dew-sparkled letter boxes
To the tick of pocket-watches
Till with ragged breath arrive
And implode on the front lawn
Ready for another day.
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