Been having some summery days lately – well up into the 80s (very hot for us). It’s felt like instant summer; one day it’s cold, the next day it’s hot. Felt like I should be out there concurring the world: canoeing cycling, running, fishing, building damns (or whatever outdoorsy thing you can think of). Too bad I’m suffering from a summer cold (even instant summer can be a bit stressful on the body). In lieu of concurring the world, I’ll post this poem.
by Walt Whitman
On a flat road runs the well-train’d runner;
He is lean and sinewy, with muscular legs;
He is thinly clothed – he leans forward as he runs,
With lightly closed fists, and arms partially rais’d.