Ode to dark o’clock – a poem

Alarm clock sings
no screams at 4:18

Upright, walking
blurry eyes unseeing

Coffee made
Black gold in mug

Sipping, sipping
One final chug

Out of jammies
Into gear

Headlamp secure
Blinking light snapped to rear

Into darkness
Away from light

5 miles out
Sun peeks into sight

Now go run!

Keli πŸ™‚

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