She admires people who jog
Gliding purposely along the ground
In pink, black, gray, shorts...
While she, a walker, is distracted
By a solitary weed alone in a neighbor's yard
Looking all the more like a conquistador
A red ant hill is good for several minutes
The purple throated emerald green hummingbird
And the mockingbird high in the tree singing
Her eloquent repertoire
The dove on the sidewalk cooing quietly
The white gold sunrise
All are worth a moment of her time.
And so, her sleek jogger friends glide by
And she, a little round person still
But, richer, oh so richer, by her morning walk.