April Runner

I see you running
through a spring meadow,
wildflowers flying
up from your heels,
blond hair trailing after you
like a wedding train,
your eyes narrowed,
framed by smile lines,
lips parted
to kiss the breeze,
deep breathy pants,
small creatures
of the meadow
making way for
your urgency,
and in the distance
I see myself,
but I can’t tell
whether you’re running
toward me
or away.

Bluejay

Veteran of old My Poetry Forum before its hiatus. Happy to be back.

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