Jogging My Memory
Somewhere between walking fast
and running slow,
I circle the block with my dog
and remember winter track
when my high school coach
said he’d run us until
we puked, and I got so anxious
I skipped the running
and went straight to the puking.
What stupid things our minds
do to our bodies.
Now I’m past sixty,
my high school coach is dead,
and I’m thankful
I can run at all.
Somewhere between walking fast
and running slow,
I circle the block with my dog
and remember winter track
when my high school coach
said he’d run us until
we puked, and I got so anxious
I skipped the running
and went straight to the puking.
What stupid things our minds
do to our bodies.
Now I’m past sixty,
my high school coach is dead,
and I’m thankful
I can run at all.
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