Warm Pieces (34) - A Storm Is Felt... Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

in air a storm is felt
and I smell it very well
but I don't know where from
it will arrive and
whether won't pass over.

you are running with eyesight street
and most probably you are pleased
that so efficiently
and quickly you are able without
the tiredness to run what you want

and how many you want.
I am also running half
a kilometre per day and half a day.
I am resting so that you know
which is able to be busy

an efficiency is my virtue at one time
I ranked the efficiency scout at camps
today an efficiency which
the husband is judging
and our stomachs will be enough.