The lamps are out along the second kilometre’s stretch of trail, and the moon intermittent between trees. I have to remember to lift my feet to avoid the dark rivulets that are indistinguishable from roots. The world flips inside out, and back again; and light rises from the greenhouses along the shore to the west.
an edge of orange
spill from the coast paints the moon
brown as the dirt we sow
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This is one of a series of haibun based on morning runs along the same 6k route.