a higher and more heroic air

September 28, 2011
I run, though preoccupied by
The silent conversation
Between my earbuds:
"I need thee every hour, in joy or pain."

I run, though exhausted by
The gathering minutes.
My watch says 20, 40, 50
As one foot falls in front of the other.

I run, though breath-taken by
The music and words that complement each other,
Making passing scenes glow with possibility,
Inspiring awe.

Reverberating in my head, these words define my runs.
Every hour,

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