A Run at Dusk

Twilight approaching, the red-orange flames

descend beyond the cityscape, leaves crunch underfoot

around and around the reservoir you complete your trot

sweating, heart pounding in your ears

running along the splendid years

Ticking BEATing THUMPING

pumping countless liters across countries

of red-blue blood bathing sweet

organs with holy life

fifty-five years and you fall

ventricles crying fascicles …