How lucky
to be a runner—
or anything at all
//
When the snow melts
and underneath it
are footprints
//
A run
like a blossom
on the branch of an old tree
//
Just running
through the hurt of life
like a falling leaf
//
Cloud of breath
in the air—
cold body on the move
//
At the end
of the long trail to fulfillment—
another run