When you run,
you run
alone across the
places that I
wander in my
head
when you run,
you run
alone, for me, to the ridge

where I never miss
a sunset
and the bikes fly by
graffitied underpasses
like grey winged
cranes
hesitant to
leave the ground
after a morning
flight

When you run, you
run for me
and I can't
help but feel the
pulsing of your
heart in the rapids of
Amazon Creek