Friday, July 19, 2013

Runner's High Blues

Stumbling heat-
exhausted past 
the purple 
victory flags—or maybe 
flagging 
hosta plants—I imagine 

my breaths 
are dying 
such big 
and
spectacular deaths—

that even 
the neighborhood
cicadas are buzzing 
about it—or maybe 
it's 
just—moaning

droves 
of
vulgar window units.

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