Today's poem is by Elizabeth Langemak
The History of Running
The history of running is mostly away,
not chasing but chased, crashingthrough darkness. A twig snaps
behind it, stark as a starter's pistol,and the history of running kicks out
of the blocks and does not turn its head.The history of running takes place
mostly elsewhere. Like a screamon a spring day, it seems somehow
source-less, like a dog without tagsplaiting a path around swing sets
and slides, past the whistling trackwhere high schoolers lope
in disinclined packs. It is neverfor sport, and there is no line
a girl could bow her chest over,arms flung behind her, because
the history of running only endsin death or more running. While you
a jogger in shorts sailing overyour thighs like rich ships
pocket your keys and trot out,the history of running gets on a bus
and leans its head to the windowuntil the heat of its breath
makes it too cloudy to see.
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from Copper Nickel
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