she kills a spider on my shirt
the stain the orange of fresh rust
she says sorry
and in the morning sun
I do not know to who
***
on the track
I run in circles
the birds get out of my way
***
Happy running!
J
a poetry blog & online home to the work of José Angel Araguz, Ph.D.
she kills a spider on my shirt
the stain the orange of fresh rust
she says sorry
and in the morning sun
I do not know to who
***
on the track
I run in circles
the birds get out of my way
***
Happy running!
J
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