BRANCH DANCING AT SUNSET:

I found you running at sunset, wires in your ears, smiling.
“It’s so great to be running again!” you shouted, music pumping 
as the light turned from gold to pink. I watched, sheltering in 
the warmth of a street light, “You don’t have to wait” you said,
but I was so happy to see you running I couldn’t look away.

(K)