This
Is life:
Heat
And an open heaven.
Keen bruise
Throbbing beneath my jeans
Gravel-shod
Aware of every breath expanding my form
Blinking
Bright white
From my eyes
Bright white
Figures of shape and speed -
Swinging arms
Pounding legs
THWACK!
And soaring,
Rippling blue air
A soft thud on the green.
Hours pass.
The sky deepens
The heat thickens;
A breath
Caresses the turf
Bowing green stems
Toward the river.
