Ode to Familiarity

O Walmart, how I’ve come to know your layout

Aisles may switch arbitrarily but your milk stays in the back left

Miles I’ve put beneath my feet on your scuffed floor

When a quick trip to Dollar General would do

 

O greenway, how comfortable I feel on your path

Your distance never wavers

Adaptable for speed and long runs

Through the seasons you remain my one constant