I. Am. A. Runner.
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I am a runner.
There- I said it... wrote it.
I am not an athlete, I don't do it for a living. I am not an Olympian- I'm
not even that fast. Not re...
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Fall afternoon
Fall afternoon. Warm breeze rustles across the yard.
I sit reading Seamus Heaney's Field Work,
hoping, like Heaney,
"to get back in my own head."
Ava's legs are crossed on my lap,
she is reclined, writing in my notebook--
her name, over again,
each with a new hand.
And I think, it's not so much my own
head I need to get back in, as it is
to keep my head in the world.
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