running haiku avalanche!

finally blood moves
to my pinky toes and hands;
whole body heartbeat

bare ground between trees,
shorter grass and white flowers
mark the subtle trail

feet in succession
dare not break the silence of
concentrated breaths
people drive in cars
I’m on my feet wondering
how much they do see
just above my legs
my body rides in calmness
my head reflects sun

feeling like noodles
the cooked ones, warm and loopy
but better than stiff

after braving pain
and sun settled concrete heat
a clean drink will do

dried sweat and clear mind
this bag of dirty laundry
wishes to be washed

Happy Friday!