THE RUNNER'S HIGH
By Rodney Rountree
The runner runs through the shadows of the night.
(Poem #17 from "Poem Time Capsule")
He runs not fast- He runs not slow.
His feet lift and fall in a steady thud-
Echoed by the rasp of his heavy breath.
He looks only where he runs,
But his eyes do not see
The hills, the trees. . ., the lake he runs right by.
On and on the runner goes,
His thoughts drifting casually- oblivious of the run.
The runner's body passes along,
And blends with the shadows of the night.