I run on a drizzly May morning--
is nearly empty.
Other days were spent
people watching--dodging walkers
three and four abreast.
But today, mostly alone on a mid-morning run,
the paved trail is clear--
no dodging runners or taking
the necessity-made dirt path.
By the yet-opened boat-rentals and marina,
a man standing by shore points--
In the clear late-spring water,
a slender, muscular fish--three feet at least--
swims in the shallow water near shore.