I am running again, faster
Than before, with phantoms
Thrusting larger, slavering
Jaws joyful under smiling eyes.
Street after street we pass
Beyond the critics who can’t
Accept her as she is nor me,
Never having studied the wall
Nor seen its etchings, “snap,”
The whip flicks out. I don’t
Feel it as it does. My dog would
Field the insult if I did, caring
At its peak, and I’ve no
Wish to create more.
We come back up the canyon.
Careening cars flick by, whistling,
Honking. There is a flutter of rain.
Nothing slows. We’re again as we
Were earlier in the day. She doesn’t
Pause to judge me nor I her – nails
Sparking on the road as we run by.
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