Photo by Tomorrow Never Knows on Flickr photosharing Morning brings two choicesRunNot runOpening the front door, a wall of heat bumps my faceSteals my breath, like opening the oven door to check a cakeI inhale the scent of parched grass and baking leavesI ponder that pain in my hip, the throb in my big toeAt my feet the dog pants, wags his whole body, spins in circlesHe doesn’t need a choiceMight as well ask him if he wishes to breathe The workday brings two choicesWritePretend I will get to it in a minuteOpening the word processor is a beatingDoubts slap my faceFears knuckle my stomachOn a shelf is a fat,…