earth note 604

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a deer run will only take you so far

after that it's all the sweat of your brow
or the odd or lucky conjugation
of a made-up verb
that'll bring you to the finish line
this being near the convergence
of the oliver high school cross country course
     1962-1966
which i never mustered
therefore can't brag about

by the time i reached sixteen

and could coax my dad into letting
me have the car for the night
riverview park wasn't for running
but for making out

and now

who knew it would come to this
a captured thought
in a morning downpour
walking not running
a million steps gone missing
     still looking to liberate
     a verb

--- e b bortz