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Early Morning Run

By brightsideofthemoon, Rochester, NY

I awaken to half-moons under my eyelids-
painted exhausted, bold black
and a shy blue.
I pull back the sweary covers-
stained a starchy white and
grainy with dirt.
I slip on my sandy sneakers-
carefully scraping the little
bits of moon

(from the sole)
and,
chewing on the salty strings of
hair that (collect on my sunburnt face).

Outside I am the island.
Crossing the grassy boardwalk
(the waves begin to pray and
smile) and I tell them

"I exist"

In a dream of a minute I reach the wave-beaten terrain and

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