Dusk is a tenuous moment
The world pauses briefly
Hanging between day and night
A middle ground betwixt today and tonight.
Running along the brick road
Feet fall in the gentle rhythm
A coolness sets in, at last
Finally bringing the yearned-for chill.
Night running
Makes me want to sing
Listening to Frank Sinatra's "New York, New York,"
Makes me wanna swing.
Hands thrown in the air
Joy in the simple things
No one can stop my stride
I'll just go out and glide
And say "Amen" to the night run
And to those who taught me to just have fun.
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