did you see that guy in the park today?
running? plodding along carrying eighty kilos,
in his gut with a thin moustache and white goatee?
lost in his thoughts, planning lessons,
reflecting on his understanding of and ability to
talk about race, again, another step, again.
watching the sea, time traveling to nineteen ninety two
raging against the machine. did he raise his fist
in the land of hypocrisy? speed up? skip?
sweat in his growing hair. tanned. tattoos.
feeling stronger but tired. pushing a bit harder.
he’s not fast or young or fit, but he’s here
three times a week.
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