It is early morning dark
And ten runners just ran by my van.
They didn’t notice that I live here.
Did they hear the bark, bark of my puppy
And wonder where it came from?
If so, I doubt that they cared.
And neither do I.
Ten runners,
A club of runners.
And I and Joey - just two contemplatives
Musing in the early morning dark
And wondering what to write.
