POEM ABOUT RUNNING by Douglas Gilbert, “Running On Lemons

RUNNING ON LEMONS

You are an inner voice
a trilling tone in my head;
though tart the prelude, a lick,
orchestration’s so sweet
it deeds me strolls
in muscle tone
by forests
by trees,
quadriceps
extending concepts
traversing
calf-fully guided by
a note
a step
a song —
groves revealed
escaping fruit

Unwinding,
getting a leg up on bliss
inner saunters drift
in gait to gates of mind
in wound up dilemmas
citrus revealed
completed lemonade
healing squeezes
stirring tastes
sweet dreams running wild to
walk me on water
float over to you, a
serenade splash
to pucker by

—Douglas Gilbert

Books by Douglas Gilbert

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