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When it happened I was peaked, ready for running My best race of five, and I couldn't stop. When it happened, I was on the last nine miles Before my marathon, ready For a thirty hour rest and a race To beat my personal best, and he was driving To the lake with friends to carouse, As scornful of my ways as I was scared of his, driving fast Into a low bridge and a dry creek bed, the car Tearing against concrete, turning over, tossing him out And landing on him. When I learned he was gone I went on running. Sixteen he was, almost ready To be a man, serious, reserved, ready to run With other men for the trophies He never would see, and I, Peaked, hard, tearless for a little longer, ran. I beat my best time in my big race, my marathon, Drank the free beer, drenching the chair with sweat, And started to mourn my son |
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