His Running, My Running

HIS RUNNING, MY RUNNNING
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Mid-autumn, late autumn

At day fall in leaf-fall

A runner comes running.

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How easy his striding

How light his footfall

His bare legs gleaming

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Alone he emerges

Emerges and passes
Alone, sufficient

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When Autumn was early

Two runners came running

Striding together

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Shoulder to shoulder

Pacing each other

A perfect pairing

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Out of leaves falling

Over leaves falling

A runner comes running

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Aware of no watcher

His loneness my loneness

His running my running

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~ Robert Francis

"Tribute to Coach Walker"