July 22, 2008
A run will clear your heart
Film of water on sidewalks
this morning was still
though drops are falling
in the heat thickend air.
You are a poem I wanted
to write without the word I.
I couldn’t do it, so now
I am running, feet falling
in puddles to break this
silence; with each shoe fall,
the world hears our name, you
and I, and you. It’s always
full circle. [...]