Text 17 Jun 77 notes seventy’s stars still shine

staring at the stars
beauty beyond my grasp
running barefoot on wet grass
blades stuck between my toes
sticking to the top of my feet
the sixties sticking
to my tiny bell bottoms
running until my toes were numb
running until I kicked something hard
bleeding numb and lost
staring at the sky
halos teardrops and stars
I loved running as a kid
dreaming with the night
I still run as a man,
but I do it differently
and for different reasons

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