Running in dress socks

My coach says: run on grass

light shoes, thin socks

the clever muscles of your feet

find their balance

he says.

He watches as I run away

and back with short soft steps

he says: you have a nice style I see

no reason why you shouldn't run.

So here I am, three months off my pension

jogging round the field

cherry blossom, snowy mountains, ah! a glimpse of sea

like a happy child


in silk socks.