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Jog On

I see her some days
jog round the park
when I sit in my car
watching the world on its way.
Sometimes she glances,
chance meeting of eyes that stray
occupy momentary thoughts.
We are all caught in the seconds
running through minutes.
She disappears into her future,
her step seems sure and steady.
If I don’t see her again
I’ve forgotten already.

31 Oct 17

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nicely heard and presented. glance/chance is like a bright little thing giving life to the form.
 — cadmium

warp 9 black dick.
 — percocet