Barefoot

December 23, 2008
In stirred darkness

I often go walking

Bare feet hitting cold sidewalk

Without a sound.

The city lights are bright

And I can't see the stars

over the glow of the streetlamps.

My walk turns to a run.

I leave the lights behind me.

I'll run all night if I have to

just to feel the grass

beneath my feet.





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