Back when I was running, I rose early (still do)
I’d make coffee. Feed the cats.
I’d head out by 4:30 into the cool predawn.
I avoided lights. I needed my night vision.
Red lights are okay, greens kill night sight.
I knew a street void of traffic signals,
High and flat, cozy homes a yard away.
A friendly dog occasionally
Would join me for a block or two,
Then, lifting his head at me,
He’d peel off to other pursuits.
And I, in the rising dawn, would think of pancakes
And run back home.