Nine and a half today – ugh.
Stiff legs,
Cold hexagonal tile,
Glow belt,
Running shoes – a little worn,
Earbuds,
Running watch,
Smartphone.
Queue ’em up:
Sing the Hours,
Daily Wire,
First Up,
Daily Poem,
Megyn Kelly,
Dan Bongino.
Long enough? Yes.
Push play.
Brisk, still, fall air,
Dogs wet noses,
Tail of death.
Start slow.
Breathe in through the nose
And out through the mouth.
Up the pace.
“Welcome to the Daily Poem…
Quinquireme…
Cedar, cinnamon, and sandalwood…”
Running rhythm becomes poetic pulse.
Time ceases to hurt my lungs.
“Emeralds and amethysts…
Gold moidores and sweet white wine.”
Sweet white wine? – Blech!
David, Sean, and Bethany need
A midwinter taste of Texas with a stamp!
Sharp fall radishes,
Brown eggs laid down sparingly,
Gloriously dead ragweed stalks,
Whispering post oak snow,
Family gatherings.
Love.
Friends for dinner,
Pork loin,
Mashed sweet potatoes with butter,
Brussels sprouts with bacon,
Strangely empty rocks glasses.
Brisk fall sales,
Sharing the Bread,
Growing the podcast audience.
Try a drop of this –
Kooper’s cooperage,
Oaky honey,
Crème Brûlée,
Apple, cinnamon, lingering citrus –
Oh My!