Miwok

The dank, dark, foggy marine air
Sends tickles up my nose
Somewhere off a fog horn blares
A sea serpent snout blow

Headlamp beams dim night time stars
My shiver waits the gun
While fellow runners surge the start
Butterflies fill my run

First flutter step, keeps time with crowd
Turns single clip, clop, stride
Farewell to them I wish out loud
And settle down my pride

Ocean crashing vistas break
Through silent dawn of day
Morning birds in song awake
The ridge above Drakes Bay

Redwoods block the rising sun
Drip canopies of green
Forest scented needle run
Trickling stone lined stream

Crusting salt dries on my face
My legs churn burn uphill
Heavy huff to keep my pace
My body follows will

The race worn day lingers long
A weary sun takes set
But there are miles to scrape along
Before my goals are met

With cut off times creeping close
Dead legs beg me to walk
But finish line is saved for those
Who work for their Miwok

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Today’s poem is for those running Miwok 100k today. It also rounds out the 30 poems in 33 days. The prompt from Day 14 is to write a poem in that you very specifically describe something in terms of at least three of the five senses. So, for example, the poem could carefully describe the smell of something, the taste of something, and the sound of something.

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