for my daughter who runs

by Carol Bass



so I found a dirt road 
that you'll love
quiet, with shadows drawing lines back and forth
early morn or late afternoon with the sun warm and gentle
you choose a time 
I'll drive you there

across the marsh 
green herons perch on the old man's dock
a creek, parallel to this road
flows high and low with the tide, 
and waits to run with you