winter runners
those most
hearty and steadfast
of souls
whose swift feet
and never quenched
thirst for the
race against oneself
drags them out onto
the frozen avenue
whose mansions
of once and present grander
provide a muted backdrop
for their brightly
colored clothing and
neon hued shoes to
shine proudly
as each stride
pounds the snow
into the pavement

i imagine
it seems a message
sent by morse code

minnesota will not keep me in
minnesota will not keep me in
full stop