Saturday, July 3, 2010

My Birthplace

Moisture envelopes the air.
Sweat condensing
on my brow.

Short jogs
Flirting with fatigue-
Altitude can overwhelm.

Histories evolving
in-front of me.
Leaving me in awe...

My other family;
the secret side;
the peaceful side.

My own escape
to my birthplace.
Where I feel alive.

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