ON TRACK
I meet her occasionally;
we touch, talk,
remain briefly side by side.
Then, unique in stride,
we separate,
a step at a time –
she, jogging, doing,
not pressing me;
I, walking, composing,
not slowing her.
Amazing grace and gravity
maintain the orbit
circling our commonality.
Dennis R. Keefe,
2/11/09
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