In the Shadow of Kilimanjaro


	At first, I walk around the mountain
	I survey scrub grass once-browned by autumn
	now grey with frost,
	and high above the plateau

	The sun chases deep shadow over me
	and begins the race


	I run, thin air in my lungs,
	and inhale the whole east wind
	with each breath
	Trailing clouds, I count
	quarter-hours in the sky,
	and gain seconds against the sun

	Swift minutes, and still
	in the shadow of Kilimanjaro,
	I chase the dark of noon,
	the horizon only moments behind




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