Magnolia Blossoms — Image by kenne
I Keep On Running
I awake in time for
an early morning run,
magnolia blossoms opening in
the muggy East Texas air
pushed by squall lines
moving in from the Gulf,
moisture dropping occasionally
from the trees as I run
the sidewalk streets lined with
excessively large homes
and yards carved carefully
out of the woods,
having created a tragedy
of what was home
for what was meant to be
before society forgot
what it means to
embrace existence
without creating
self-imposed angst
in an irrational universe –
I keep on running
and running
and running
and running.
— kenne
I relate to these feelings