at the moment the sun grows
colder, running shoes are laced.
buds planted in ears to let music
grow. stretch thru the legs and out
the door -- now he is running
for two miles or more. sucking
down air like coal, this locomotive
just goes, goes goes -- slower now
up a hill, opening a stride before
fertile skyscrapers with applauding
windows. downtown olympian, do
you do this for fun? what rhyme or
reason make Hermes' feet run?
sweaty dynamo, athlete without
sport, endurance is a gracious import.
may your heart pump wine thru-
out each vessel. may, like Solo, you
run, these streets your Kessel.