across the street
from the 5o mph signs
I jog as close to the sticker field as I can
avoiding the newish tar on the bike path to the left
and the cat calls of some random construction worker who’s bound to be sitting on the passenger side of his pal’s truck drinking a Big Gulp
next to the day after day trail left by tennis shoes on burnt orange clay,
dusty socks, small dirt clods scrambling
a sudden
ground squirrel
sprints through dead weeds
to my right,
tunnels through slender necked posts
beneath Fresno’s warm breath this morning
she runs through the glistening
as though there are no car doors
parallel to us
sucks quiet out of the hot air hovering above the dried oat straws
Beautiful!
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Thanks so much 🙂
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You didn’t post anything for quite sometime. I’m happy you’re back.
Wonderful one!
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Ahhh:)… thanks so much 🙂
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