Running behind

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Running behind

Summer’s running behind feels a bit mean
To a person already running behind,

A forced vertigo of sorts I can’t calibrate
My own behind-ness to: here in the early

Autumn of my life I’m still sweating
A summer boy’s things and the blurring

Faces of those I run by on the street
Of my life. I’m worried about what I’m

Missing by not standing still. By never
Getting up to speed. Time runs ahead,

The orange soles of her sneakers glistening
Over night’s damp suburban grass.

One wet evening, in the light of a white-faced lawn
Jockey, she’ll be waiting, stretching her legs

For a last run with me.

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