Bridle Path

The trees are my friends.
In them, I run slow, at peace.
Tomorrow I race.



3 mile recovery

Conspiracy Theory # 83

With a few raindrops
People vanish, birds appear.
Clearly they transformed.

Yeah, I ran tonight
6 miles and pretty fast.
No more words, quota's full

Can't get out of bed
Too much drink, too little sleep.
5 miles can wait

Go counter-clockwise
Against the grain and the tide.
Forget all those stares.

Climbing Harlem Hill
and keeping a low heart rate...
Dumb, like this haiku.

Cool crisp early morn
Bitches Brew blows in my ears.
The run ends, life starts.