Dried cornstalk fields on my right

Rows of scotch pine to my left, the sky

ablaze with pink and red.

Room to breathe—

no longer trapped with

indecision or worry.

I keep running the country roads—

no hurry.

the bend? A white-tail deer,

a red fox, or maybe another

runner, like me, seeking mental

clarity.

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