The sky is the color of the snow on the roof next door,
so that it looks like all sky, no house.
Trees frame the lack of house,
branches arched in a question
as to its whereabouts.
Either the trees don't know
or they're playing along, part of the ruse,
or it is just their nature
to wonder.
*photo from Purdue University, ash tree.
I. Am. A. Runner.
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I am a runner.
There- I said it... wrote it.
I am not an athlete, I don't do it for a living. I am not an Olympian- I'm
not even that fast. Not re...
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