RUNNING AT DAWN
i run the silent streets
at the edge of dawn
in the clean silence
of early morning
before man's clatter
or the sun's hammer
when cool airs
rush soothingly
across my skin
like the familiar fingers
of an almost
forgotten lover. . . .
1987
at the edge of dawn
in the clean silence
of early morning
before man's clatter
or the sun's hammer
when cool airs
rush soothingly
across my skin
like the familiar fingers
of an almost
forgotten lover. . . .
1987
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