morning run


streetlamps reflect off the wet asphalt

orange leaves lay scattered on the ground


the air is wet

the breeze is crisp

hands are cold

feet are warm


blood pounding through my fingertips

circulating through my body

throbbing in my toes


the beat of my heart

the beat of my feet

my breath crystallizing in the air


the air is cold

the breeze is crisp

hands are throbbing

feet are warm


burning calves

ragged breath

quicker steps


a ray of sun

streetlamps go out

orange leaves burning

on the asphalt


the air is golden

the breeze is crisp

hands are red

feet are numb


the sun is shining

feet are tired

breath is gone


the air is clean

the breeze is fresh

hands are warm

my feet want more



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