Saturday, April 7, 2018

Hiking Poem


piston legs,
loping,
pumping,
reaching,
eating(up the ground)

muscles squishing
and popping
into warmth
then a hot
productivity.

slick and fluid
slurping up the terrain-
my body
lubricated and energized,
moments where I feel
I can walk forever
through the rocks, dirt, and trees
as if I belong
another animal
on the move.

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