The Runner
A figure clothed in black
from masked face
to gloved hands
(snug fit textile)
and cleated boots,
darts by my window.
He would be suspect—
up to no good
but for the wind chill factor
the snow on the ground.
As is,
he only invokes admiration
as I heat my soup on the stove.
he only invokes admiration
as I heat my soup on the stove.
4 comments:
I envy both. You, warm with soup, and the runner.
Remembering days before hips were replaced.. Loved this weather. Wonder if he would be more suspicious if he were walking slowly, maybe with a limp?
Enjoyed.
He definitely would!
Thanks.
Loved the contrast. I'd definitely be sipping the soup!
Hi Liza!
Thank you so much. We live for soup in the winter. And I don't run!
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