Memory of a Runner

He swayed
on the dusky street
gliding in the pendulum’s throw of time

One leg back
the other forward
pressing into the concrete of the night

The runner felt lonely
(she flew out the night before, future meetings uncertain)

Puffs of breath left floating
as he circled
the empty baseball field.

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