Morning Run Poem by Tim Gavin
Morning Run
The ball blazes red on the horizon
& dissipates like napalm over the river
it could bring down the skyline
of Philly if it weren't for the birds
on the wires
singing like sirens
seducing the rays
with warbling and sarcastic tones
redirecting fire
into the balls of my feet
so combustible
& predictable
this sunrise I run into over
and over again
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4/24/2024 10:21:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes, yes, love every word. Tight and visual; I love the birds 'redirecting fire into the balls of my feet'. I know the feeling but have not articulated it nearly as well. Keep up the good work.