the ever-present threat of gun violence and the seemingly unending deaths of even our youngest children is a sad and terrible tragedy for which we seem to run hard for a bit but quickly settle down to await the next shot
we have run this race
over and over
we have worked-out and
sweated until our
shirts and shorts are a
wet disgusting mess
we have prepared
over and over
and honed our strategies
to win against all the odds
and against all the
formidable runners
with their perfect bodies
and techno-shoes so
expensive and beautiful
that are supposed to
give them an edge.
This race will be ours;
no longer willing to wait
for victory; no longer accepting
second place
we are going to run to the
finish line and we will
be the winner this time
around
our bodies are a quivering
mass of excitement and
anticipation of finally crossing
that finish line and proving
that we have the guts and
stamina to win
for we have been to this
starting line so many times
and we have stood here
in our pre-race glory with
all our plans and all the
hard-earned muscles of
our intentions
the crack of the gun
will set us off and we
will run this race
again
over
and
over
for
….
we do not finish
but only circle back
to the starting line
to await a new shot
of the gun
to tell us to start
again
and
again.
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