February 1

On those days when I cannot run, when the dawn
will miss my taut skin, and lament it. I will
let the light lean in through the shutters, carry sweat

from the trail, to tell again some
story of miles, of when glory
piled up around my shins. Miled
days seldom begin this way.

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