A Post . . . Finally

Hurling Ever Forward

A pre-dawn run on the trail,
just an hour,
pokes us, mocks us,
retching free moisture
through every pore.

Your antibiotics
require avoidance
of the sun. Check.

Yet the earth is still warm
from yesterday’s baking
and at the turn-around,
as you rid yourself
of last night’s dinner,
at my feet,
a leaf,
a tilapia filet,
a rack of ribs.

–T.A. Sukany 29 Aug 2018