26 April

Day 26 

Marathon
 a poem in 26 words

All first miles are easy-

times twenty, more, feel endless-

run until you can't

All first miles are easy-

stillness is a state of mind


At Marathon

we wait-the heat tires.
We shelter in the shade:
this town is dusty now, dusty then

We're waiting for the messenger, 
dying with his message