Running Free
Our paths would intersect
short conversations ensued
his youthful dreams and plans
entered my quiet panorama
as the field of our talks..
Then a quick good-bye
he on his run..my slower walk..
The far Peak and this Park
frames my memory of our meetings..
Opportunity and transcendence
perform their dance until
each finds himself
Running Free...
~~Charles Coon
(on the accidental death of
a young friend, Jacob Busch..)
~~Charles Coon
(on the accidental death of
a young friend, Jacob Busch..)
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