Posts Tagged ‘Running’

I Saw Her Coming

June 29, 2013

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About one block
Into my morning run
My moment of solitude
Listening to birds
Feeling the rain
Leftover rain
Last night’s rain
Peering over
Leaves’ edges
Before completing
Their journey
Plunging to the pavement
Below
 
I saw her coming
A half block away
Do you ever feel like
Not talking?
I mean really
Not talking?
Maybe I could
Commence my running
Pick up my pace
Smile and wave
Hurry on by
 
Anyway,
I stopped
In the sun
I stopped
Foolishly
In the burning-through-
Humid-morning-air
Hot sun
I stopped
We talked
And we talked
We talked
About her son
Normally with her
 
A man with a disability
Developmental
He is her constant companion
Except
When he is in daycare
A respite
For her
A break
For her
Relief from his 35 years
For her
So she walks
And she talks
If one stops
For her

 © 2013 Thomas W. Cummins

Running Past The Funeral Home

June 22, 2013

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It sits there
Quietly
Facing the rising sun
 
Not a speck of dirt
Nothing but the shine
Of a pampered black car
 
It’s alone
At the head
Of a procession
 
Yet to be
Formed
Automobiles
 
From all over town
Friends
Relatives
 
But for now
No one
The lot is empty
 
The funeral home
Has no visitors
To come see
 
And grieve
And mourn
And, often, celebrate
 
Whomever
Lies alone
In the chapel
 
On
This hot
June day

 © 2013 Thomas W. Cummins

Runner’s Comfort

January 10, 2013

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Sun’s
Rays warm
My bare legs …
Bliss

Go out early; beat the heat

July 2, 2012

 

—  ∞

As I move, the trees
Filter the sun’s vain attempt
At spoiling my run

 © 2012 Thomas W. Cummins

Morning Run

May 2, 2012

Footfalls barely heard
Moving among shadows which
Vanish in the sun

 © 2012 Thomas W. Cummins

Morning Run Under the Blossoms

April 4, 2012
 
 
Morning Run Under the Blossoms
  
Pink against rough gray concrete
Pale, delicate
Pristine and undisturbed
Petals – strewn in a graceful arc
Preparing the way
Providing a pattern, a prelude to
 
Shade’s coolness
Soothing, scarce, often fleeting
Such welcome respite from
Saint Louis sun
Sensing winter’s pallor
Soaking in as though invited
 
© 2012 Thomas W. Cummins