around the reservoir on mt tabor a man

old and bent pushes rocks from

the concrete path to the gravel trail that

borders it as i run past i see him

methodically slowly shoving the rocks with

his arthritic foot and i wonder if he

silently curses the agile runner speeding

by whose quick footfalls haphazardly

throw pebbles back on the meticulously

cleaned path as the sun beats down