I ran today;
I ventured five miles away,

And near a stream by Sylvan Park
I came upon a vine
Covered in hot pink
And yellow leaves

Pressed up against
The starkly contrasting
Umber bark.

It felt good
To stop and examine
Them;

I felt the blood rise to the
Top of my skin,

My arms were moist and red
And breathing.


The dew that collected there