Extravagance

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Risen by running

I am risen by running
footpath kneaded
effort warmed
star-glow fired
foot-flip quickened
soul fed, spirit spread
Fill fully fed.
Risen through the risings of running
grass songs
cliff whispers
profusion perfumes
newal and renewal aches
cycle and recycle chafes.

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Photographs of running

I like to take pics while I'm running.
I also like the way 
running is etched, chiseled sometimes into my memories; 
into my runtan;
 polished into the moon-glints from my eyes

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Measures

Run measures once: hours, minutes, seconds, parts of seconds passed; kilos and metres crossed. 

Run measures too: waterfalls rainbowed, puddles splashed, silence forested

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Steeled by running

I am steeled by running

blue-sprung calves
grey-hardened feet
alloyed mind-body 
folded and refolded
reheated, rehammered,
quenched in life's stream,
moon polished, 
dawn etched, 
starlight inlaid; 
finger-tips, tongue left to tingle,
eyes to glitter.

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