A Dog Runs Beside Him
He should let himself hover
over his own flying weight.
He recalls the ease
of running effortlessly…the dopamine highs.
His toes are earth-pushing landmines,
his elastic ankles are circa 1980’s,
they detonate, thrust vibrant tendons.
His body is as light as his deepest breath,
an endless fuse of energy
holding a dream together.
Restless legs push him across
a damp mattress
to where a running dog
wades across a flowing river.
Halfway over the stream, he sees
his dog looking back,
of a sudden he weakens, begins to flail
as he falls into an eddy of time.
The dog sits down to wait
30 years.
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