Morning Exercises

There is something unsubtle in the ducks’ ambition, in the cursive arrows of water that they draw in the moonlight. They give it all away at once, if you would stop to watch.

And  you can’t help but listen to their loud calls, like mocking laughter as you quickly pass them by in the inky morning.

downhill, each footfall
wedging against the gravel
fear of momentum

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all rights reserved, if there is still such a thing: © Ren Powell

This is one of a series of haibun based/conceived on morning runs along the same 6k route.

I'd love to read whatever thoughts this might spark for you.

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