My Last Race

by

 

I reached the finish before the others
but my son was not looking,
my wife was in the john.

Then the line stretched into my only dimension,
and I moved sideways along that line
like a bead along a string. 

Runners broke through,
like sparks across a tunnel
I could never leave.

 

First published in Cottonwood (formerly Cottonwood Review).

 

"Old Shoes 2" - photo by Mike Smetzer

“Old Shoes 2” – photo by Mike Smetzer

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