We run past the capricious corona  

               We run to find a cure from the vulgar materialistic laughters

   We run to escape loneliness in confinement We run from serial devil hornets

                   the size of shrimp,  no! the size of mini kitchen tools

                                      We run Hitchcock through the Nation’s Capital

We run water flowing  

                           down a cherry blossom tidal basin

We run sweating with post-exertion visibility and sweetness near the grave of love

                           We run like elms rooting our love for those

                 who have suffered We run to vault out of our darkest fears

                                                        and there’ll be no more

                  music but the heart beat of our champion heart beating

We run like Rocky on the Philadelphia Stairs of LO

                                                                                           VE

                                                                                                  We run ivory imagination knowing

                                        we can surmount this pandemic We run with an optimism

                              that never falter as lava flows up and

        over the far-down somnolent cities

                                We run like a hermit crab that wants out of its tin can home  

                                            We run so steeples will go up into the dizzy air as love itself

We run while in the sky a feeling of intemperate fondness

                                         excite the popped out eyes of barn owls      

                                                                                                    We run weeping a pearly perspiration

    on the stale sheets of isolation         We run like soup kitchens and food banks

                                  the milk may have been dumped in the field and yet...

                                                          We run like helicopters to the needs of temporary neighbors

                                                                    to feed hunger 15 feet apart like the ways of gods

                  with humans in the innocent combination of light    We run as legends

                            ride their heroism through the dark to find

                                                   the greatest temple of ourselves

                                    We run like we always have where abundance is possible  

                                               as long as time which wants us to remain for happy hours

                                     and birthday cakes and bridal showers  

                   We run with warrior plumage

                                             We run into our new skins and feathers

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