I am drawn to run where
There is water—
Not to drink, but to see and hear.
Drops shimmering on flower petals
As my city awakens
After an evening shower.
The barely audible
Tricking stream
Under a footbridge.
The serene stream
By the endless
Tree-lined rail trail.
The rushing Jones Falls
By the urban concrete trail
After a torrential rain.
The
inner harbor with
Ducks
and ripples on the surface
In
the gentle breeze.
Sometimes as interesting
As I expect
Once I arrive and run.
Other
times when I hope
To
see something extraordinary
The
water is its usual self.
But when I have running company
My fellow runners never disappoint
And my refreshed soul can smile.
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