Morning Run
from Out With Lanterns, a daily poetry practice
It is the dog who keeps me going. The coffee is done, she’s been fed, the news is read. Pajamas tossed in a pile, running clothes on, shoes laced. It's time. Her hopeful eye widen. Tongue out, she’s heading outside, twirling, barking. She wants what she wants and who am I to deny her? I must take a cue from her– Not be afraid to get a little excited, hope for a good thing. When it’s getting closer, looking like it might just happen, wiggle a little, show my joy.




Pappy, my Schipperke, was returned to the rescue center three times. They didn’t know—all he needed was a person who would run with him. 🐾🦋🐾
Beautiful! My golden hated running 🤣