Please, please
Careful steps over roots
Webbed feet on boiling ground
The hush, the darting through branches
When pin-stars stick
And coat the roof of my mouth
Some river, one I asked back to the bank
Still rutted soaked the dirt
Another storm unseen
I run lightly
The speed is for a reason
Dimly
And the speed is for a reason
More harshly, with mist that singes my hair
a slick branch I almost miss
Dragging sheets of mud behind
An aching head
Please keep running
Dan Milo 