A Quick Verse

Had a (nowadays, rare) creative spark on the Rivanna Trail today – this little bit just popped into my head (since edited, of course, for rhythmic and other considerations):

I run sideways-striding.


The slope is banked, so at the crux where grass and highway meet, the world turns, and by so turning spills me towards the trail. 


If afterlife is real, I need no more than this – an endless wood, the sound of feet on leaves, the mist that cools the creases of my knees.


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