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Observations While Running

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I'm running.
I cross the bridge
of the creek by the golf course.
The current moves away in the dark
like a thing.
*
Sometimes
when I run
(not often)
a dead leaf
skitters on the wind
and scrapes the asphalt
in a parking lot
behind me.
And the stars are bright.
Always.



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