This morning
I reinvented
the runner
inside
it was fall
everywhere
leaves
everywhere on Buehler’s trail
but it was
almost shirts off weather
high, 60s
and humid
the kind of
perfectibility that the Piedmont produces in October
an array of leaves softening the trail beneath
I warmed up
down around
the fitness loop
thought
I should run
my K’s here
but I want
the track
for pop and
speed—precision
I’ve not
worked out in some weeks and I seek a measuring rod
where am I
really
not
where would I like to be
or where should I be
no
who am I
today
as
runner
Results were
fair, but the morning was perfect
And some
perfect
must always
be enough
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