I jog to escape
the heavy metal screams of
relentless sibling rivalry and
the chaotic rumble of
cat and dog refusing to
coexist peacefully.

My Shape Ups pound like
the march of little soldiers,
crunching pebbles into dust.
I stop to catch my breath, head
down, numb hands on my knees, and
the cold wind blasts through my hair,
forming a musical group
with wild grass and fallen leaves.

Chimes tinkle, distant
traffic and ambulances sour by,
making dogs howl. Deafening
throngs of chaos and quiet whispers
of serenity come together
as one in a mesmerizing song.

I run back towards
the disarray of life and savor
it because tomorrow is
unfortunately not guaranteed,
but the mosquito I just choked on is.

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