Last Run
Stepping out into the cold
the wind brought tears
by the first corner.
Turning toward the low sun
the world transformed
into streaming diamonds.
Running light blinded miles
and lost, lost
in breath and steps and brilliance.
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You southern hemisphere folks will have to use your imaginations a little more, maybe.
Happy New Year, all!
Stepping out into the cold
the wind brought tears
by the first corner.
Turning toward the low sun
the world transformed
into streaming diamonds.
Running light blinded miles
and lost, lost
in breath and steps and brilliance.
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You southern hemisphere folks will have to use your imaginations a little more, maybe.
Happy New Year, all!
