Mar 21, 2013
Every Day
by Thomas A. Clark
Awake the mind's hopeless so At a quarter to six I rise And run 2 or 3 miles in The pristine air of a dark And windy winter morning With a light rain falling And no sound but the pad Of my sneakers on the asphalt And the calls of the owls in The cypress trees on Mesa Road And when I get back you're Still asleep under the warm covers Because love is here to stay It's another day and we're both still alive