Long run

Pat, pat, pat
gravel shifting as I travel
whooshing from the bay
rustling in the tall grass
yellow flowers in motion
ripples in the mirrored sky.

Gusts of wind pushing
trying to slow me to a halt
unrelenting sun overhead
slowly burning, undetected.

The winding road continues ahead
disappearing in the marshes
not giving up
still holding on.

Food, rest and satisfaction
(second fastest after all)
my companions this evening
and a red overall glow.

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