It is early morning dark

And ten runners just ran by my van.

They didn’t notice that I live here.

Did they hear the bark, bark of my puppy 

And wonder where it came from?

If so, I doubt that they cared.

And neither do I. 

Ten runners,

A club of runners.

And I and Joey - just two contemplatives

Musing in the early morning dark

And wondering what to write.