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Arriving at the starting line

I think of the marathon to come—

somewhere there’s a man


with a gun and a timer.

Somewhere there’s another line

I hope to cross.


Somewhere there’s a woman

who doesn’t know there is a race.

She knows only that the juncos


have come, and if she is still enough

she can see their white tail feathers

flashing in flight.

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