A plume of breath goes
before you on your morning
run. You wipe away
tears. The world so cold!
What’s missing now that you’ve climbed
the hill of success
is trust between us.
O how black the black lab now
running in my place.
A plume of breath goes
before you on your morning
run. You wipe away
tears. The world so cold!
What’s missing now that you’ve climbed
the hill of success
is trust between us.
O how black the black lab now
running in my place.