HEAVY HAIR NIGHT AFTER THE BOSTON MARATHON

I was too slow to go

 

Lonely night

Thinking of my long absent husband

My heavy hair drinking more the night moisture

So it becomes even heavier

A massed living thing to sleep with to partly relieve the

                        emptiness of my bed and life

Morning came with bird noise waking me up

And I ran into the cool sunrise wondering who the first

                        woman was in the Boston Marathon

Three major TV networks didn't say the night before

I asked morning runners

A female runner told me Gayle Barron.

My steps made a superwoman bounding like a racing frog

One of us southern women

There's hope for even old southern belles like me

And I had a good eight mile run in 70 minutes

A good morning run erases the previous night's pain. 

 © Copyright joan joesting 1978