AFTERNOON IN MARCH

I run
not to anywhere
not away from any body.
I run just to run,
to make my heart wham,
My eyes blur,
My side  pain sharply.



I slow down at last
gulping the sweet air,
almost crying...












I'm crazy

But there was nobody ahead of me
Down that whole, long, waiting strech of
    sun-bare sidewalk!

Oh, it was like a bird flying,
like sog
like a shout!

I was freedom