Sunday, July 15, 2012

Long Run Sunday, In Verse

Grey skies and rain
Reprieve from the heat.
Most will be disappointed
Except for the runners.

Sunday running groups 
Take up so much space.
They're like a mob! Don't make eye contact.

Hit by bird shit! Never good.
Sign of good luck? I don't buy it.
Nearest washroom
Wipe, wipe, wipe.

One marina, two marina, three marina, four.
Boats in the harbour

Kitsilano. Always crowded.
Beach volleyball tournament
So many people.
Blood pressure rising.

Looming shapes, tankers in the distance.
Eerie, like sentinels
Watching over the beaches.

Blue herons, pond lilies, ducks with green heads.
No camera. 
One might think
I'd know better by now.

Gel flask on the ground.
Kind of muddy
Nowhere to wipe
(see: "Hit by bird shit!"). 

Helping non-locals find 
Nearby washrooms.
"One is right over there!"
Runners always know.

Kits Beach pool. Bright blue against the grey sky.
Swimmers doing laps.
Back and forth, back and forth,
Back and forth.

Is that man naked? Wearing nothing but a towel.
Couldn't be
And there go the swim trunks (or is that underwear?).

Boom! Boom! Thunder overhead.
Well ... that's new.
Wind cooling. Bad weather imminent?
Maybe I'll run faster. 

Thinking about running poetry
Giggling like a nutter.
Long run Sunday
It's good to be back.

Spruce Harbour Marina
© 2011 Greater Vancouver Floating Home Coop

Kits Pool
© Thomsen D'Hont

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