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I’ll step over the curb,
onto the sidewalk,
into the alley, where beer bottles
stand like totems,
scale the fence
behind the dumpster
and leap onto the blacktop
near a patch of clover
that strives above the city’s shell,
softens the ground
so my strides better
comprehend the heft
of these imaginings:
a satyr, playing his flute,
swaying on a child’s swing,
waiting to guide me home.


4 thoughts on “Marathon

  1. Like this. Good blending of the realistic and the ethereally “classic.” Beer bottles like totems is a great line, pushes me closer to your themes. Death of culture, it seems like, or maybe a juxtaposition between then and now.

    Pretty well crafted, too.

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