After The Long Run

AFTER THE LONG RUN

After the long run
I stand and wait
And write a poem
On no real subject for no one in particular-
Perhaps- No poem at all-

I write and rest
And in the writing live-
This has been my story for years
I write and live.

And thus in the quiet
Quickened by the soft morning breeze
Redeem another day – again.

poem by Shalom Freedman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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