running

I passed her once and noticed the 

beauty of her hair swinging on every stride.

I passed her again, noticing her lithe legs,

her even rhythm, that she was engrossed 

in whatever her headphones were telling her.

She wouldn't notice that I kept appearing in

front and behind her.

I rode ahead and pulled out my camera,

head down, staring at the screen, waiting 

for her to pass so I could capture that

beautiful swing of her ponytail.