Wednesday, July 13, 2011

The Next Sound You Hear

The pack of runners
hustle past with the sound of
athletic shoes on gravel
and snippets of conversation.
On another day
I would join them
but today, it feels like an invasion
by those whose measure distance
in miles
while I measure distance
in the time between ridges
on the bark
of a one hundred year-old oak.

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