running races

Running Races

There was
a time
in my
40s when
I ran
10-K races
in cut-off
jeans &
Adidas with
a six-pack
at the
finish line
just to
the guys
in fancy
Spandex outfits
& hundred-dollar
shoes cave
in when I
overtook them
in the
last hundred yards.

Thirty years
thru with
both running
& drinking,
a cigarette
in one
hand &
a mocha
in the
other, I
watch their
sons running
up the
hill I
write on
in the
same fancy
with the
same grim

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