A woman was jogging in the graveyard
The blacktop paths were clean beneath her feet
Perhaps she felt safer away from cars
While the quiet there gave her some relief
It was still an odd choice to say the least
She huffed and puffed among the grey tombstones
While the skeletons laid there fast asleep
She like them, dedicated and all alone
Her arms moved as she took another breath
More than anyone I have ever seen
She must be at peace with both life and death
Who knew it was in a fitness routine
It still struck me as a little crazy