If you look beyond the city

Mother Nature continues after it was

wrongfully stolen from

Over there lie dirt trails that extend for marathons

In the first gleam of dawn, I am already there

Running, breathing, wanting

to go for marathons times one-hundred

through the crunch and aromas of leaves

through the baring trees

I can finally let go

When I run, where I run

I am home


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