The garden beckoned
with parched throat
and tangled root
Hungry fingers
reaching skyward
gently waving
I see you here
the small damp place
quiet and still
Demanding silence
and in return
gasping release
I'm not a runner - just a mom trying to deal with the death of her daughter. Kristy was a multi-talented woman and a professional athlete. Running helps me to feel her presence. And it offers a little peace. - Kristy's mom
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