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To warm up we walked        to the ravine;               we could both wear my father’s old running shoes. You wanted to talk        about us and if               I’d stayed with your mom, what we’d of done? We started to run        into the ravine,               we jostled and touched, “I would’ve done this…and been more tenacious,” — you’d already heard,        so we horsed               on the narrowing path until you disappeared. I caught you up        the last twenty steps out               of the ravine, you smiled: “Old man, you’re going down,”        and we raced the half-mile               back to the house, where you turned to watch me return; how I lost        with all of my heart, so far behind; I’d thought I seemed more than I was,        but you weren’t surprised               how easy you’d put me to rest.
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Jul 16, 2025
Jul 16, 2025 at 2:51 PM UTC
The Race
To warm up we walked        to the ravine;               we could both wear my father’s old running shoes. You wanted to talk        about us and if               I’d stayed with your mom, what we’d of done? We started to run        into the ravine,               we jostled and touched, “I would’ve done this…and been more tenacious,” — you’d already heard,        so we horsed               on the narrowing path until you disappeared. I caught you up        the last twenty steps out               of the ravine, you smiled: “Old man, you’re going down,”        and we raced the half-mile               back to the house, where you turned to watch me return; how I lost        with all of my heart, so far behind; I’d thought I seemed more than I was,        but you weren’t surprised               how easy you’d put me to rest.
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Canada
Jul 16, 2025
Jul 16, 2025 at 2:51 PM UTC
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