Endless mornings they rise from deep slumber
Amber sun gliding up at an ungodly number.
Footsteps creep down stairs and out from garages
Running races through streets like faded mirages.
Crisp breezes grab at loose tendrils of hair
Swept atop sweaty brows in a tangled affair.
Hearts beating bass – p-pout p-pout
With accompanying lungs – in out in out.
Miles on end at varying paces
They run like a fire that the morning embraces.