Under the sun everything was laid out, and as invisible as we were
my shoes still wore the light grey dust from the concrete.
clear and warm, the marathon was canceled due to death,
and I did not even know, as I was 65 or 70, or legless
running strong though the streets in my mind.
Pretending to be lost in the dark rows of corn
the spores blew off the husks and into our lungs as we
played who's the boss and chicken.
I can believe she might have punched the monster in the face
pushing the myth into the light with her fist,
all the while we refused the map to the center and out of the maze.
were you frightened and running a fever?
The plane ride home was the longest.
The clouds would not behave by
comforting the belly of the bird
where I sat with a restless mind, and a full bladder.
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