we were running in the evening air
the top of the hill our finish line
both of us panting at the end
she so near to me I tingled
as a mist of breath caressed my
cheek
this morning boys jog in the park
a tall girl swings on a low tree
branch
yearlings faces not yet marked
they feel the sunlight on their
face
dampness of the still-wet grass
later we were together close
in the deepest corner of the empty house
the scents of hair and skin and
earth
all the many colors
of
the end
and
the beginning
