I run wild

I run wild through

purple flowers growing

freely in swaying fields

that flow across

valleys of green

to mountains of snow.

 

The sun is shining

and I run without

knowing to where I go

and from where I came

in this sea of purple bloom

and sun-lit green.

 

The flowers purple and

green stems long

brush gently against my thighs

as I run and run and run,

swishing and rattling as I

strike them in my race,

and they sway with me

and smile at my stupid fun.

 

There is no reason

for this run, no great wisdom

or purpose profound,

except that I can scuttle

in this time-stripped place,

 

And the flowers fill me

with their striking scent,

and their purple is royal,

as I run with abandon

across this valley bold to

god knows where.

 

9/12/2016

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