the run

every day i run a path,
the path is always the same.

today i crossed paths with a boy,
his clothes were very dirty.
he said hello, in a language we knew,
and i said hello --
but in english.

he scratched his bum.
i picked my nose.
and all the while a big white cow
cried frantically for her child.

tadpoles seethed in an evaporating puddle,
and storm clouds gathered in the west.

i guess i was wrong,
it's not always the same.

but i can never beat 25 minutes.