What, she said, are you going to do?
I thought of the Tarahumara
who run over a hundred miles
in their huaraches—
take many small steps,
I said, and let a smile
find my face.
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What, she said, are you going to do?
I thought of the Tarahumara
who run over a hundred miles
in their huaraches—
take many small steps,
I said, and let a smile
find my face.