(*Originally published on Furious Poetics, but since it fits the theme of the Adrenaline Complex so well . . . )
The sun interrogates me, exposed
high on a wooded ridge,
the slow steps of gravity’s pull
sing heavy through my legs.
One step, one step, never counting two,
side step, high step, chasing Micah True.
Shadows lengthen to the rhythm
of slowly ticking time
and what is meant by meaning
is internal and eternal,
locked in step with mine.
Steps as light as Autumn leaves,
sweat as clear as evening’s breeze;
miles roll by, one by one,
whistling the song of a setting sun.
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