The Race Goes To…

The kids ran by,
high school boys
training for the
team. They ran
past the cottage,
up the paved street
of the steep dune,
around and down —
the dune separating
the more gifted
runners from the
others. He thought
about his high
school cross-country
experience — a
tongue depressor
handed over at
last for last
place. Forty-
thousand miles
in forty years
later and he
sits and reaches
and scratches
as far under the
shell as he
can reach.
He watches a
skinny kid
flopping by
with flat feet.
Hang in there
kid, he thinks.


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