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Many of the words, unused before,
lay as castoffs on my writing room floor.
Wrinkled, dried as leaves from a tree,
waiting, still waiting to be used by me.
Words forgotten, well past their age,
can be returned to life; to a page
in a notebook, a paper, using a pen,
to be written for the reader again.

The long goodbye, into the night,
should have been happy and bright.
A life's journey, ending this way
with sadness and loss every day.

Quit dragging your blanket,
the words came to me,
for you are her rock;
it's what it must be.

I'll try again, yes I will,
for hearing her bright laughter
always gives me a thrill.

When I was quite young.
Much too young for romance.
I wanted to then learn,
learn how to slow dance.
Being able to waltz, expertly
The standard, a four step,
appealed to my new sensibility.
You'd be in my arms
and everyone would see;
Gliding on the floor, smooth.
The box step for me.
A two step, my plan,
fast and lively it was,
much better than the Varsovienne.

When writing these words,
I'm trying to say
the pain I feel
is here to stay.
The loss of life,
just not this day,
for it's her mind
which has gone away.

I love to see your bright smile,
when you greet others; who you beguile,
with your charm and a sweet hello
For me it is why I love you so.
A love coming from what I see
a love of life; a love so platonically.

The fog has settled
to the ground below.
The street lights now
emit a halo, a glow.
Eerie the view
the whiteness
you can see,
as the soft envelope
of fog covers up thee.

I have lost my vision of today,
I've lost the path; lost my way.
I'll look again, at least once more,
Expecting opportunity knocking at my door.

I take the pen.
I write the verse
Of how I feel,
When things are worse.
I will not run.
I will not hide,
As long as you
Are by my side.

Here I am, once more,
it is 5 in the morning
of the day before.
Don't you worry, it is just me
ridding my mind, peripherally.
The words rattle out, many now
as I have fallen into lunacy.

A frightful night. Too many words unsaid.
Never, never argue before going to bed.

The years have gone by so quickly, it seems like yesterday.
Memories live on, although the running does not.
I started running, as I recall, to get into better
shape and be more fit, to play soccer. I fell in love
with the sport when I started to coach our children,
but I digress.
I didn't like rising early to "Go for a run." I preferred
the time after work. The running craze had started about
then but there was little information, small choice of
equipment (shoes) and small running events.
My first running shoes, were Pumas. They were heavy,
bulky, with leather insoles. They were pretty, leather but
not really a running shoe.
When I arrived home, I knew I had better change to my
running gear, or I wouldn't get out the door. I would
put on the Pumas, swimming trunks, t shirt and a light
windbreaker and take off.
I had several training "loops" a variety of distances. The one
I used most was approximately 4 miles. I would run this
loop every night or sometimes reverse direction.
The slap, slap of my heavy shoes would establish a cadence
of noise. There wasn't any Sony Walkman as of yet as that
would come later. I found when I had music going it made
running easier. When I started I had to slow down and walk
if I were going to complete the course. As the training progressed
my conditioning became stronger and I could do the 4 miles, and
not have to walk. The same applied as I ran the longer routes
of 6, 10 and 15 miles. I must admit the word "running" could be
construed incorrectly and should probably be titled, "jogging".
I recall entering a 10K, or 6.2 mile run, in Bellevue. I was moving
along pretty nice, for me, when a runner with a rope around his
waist, passed me. Hanging on to the rope was a well know runner,
named, Norm Bright. He was blind. I was not.
Over the years I entered many of the so called, "fun runs"
I entered, along with a friend, the Vancouver, Canada, Marathon,
in May 1990. I started and finished the 26.2 mile run with an
occasional walk. My time was 4hours, 5 minutes.
I will long remember the feeling of elation, which came over me,
when finishing. 1990 was also, the year I ran a total of 4 marathons,
Vancouver, The Goodwill Games, Portland and the Seattle Marathon.
I didn't say I was smart, but I was very fit.

I hear a voice talking.
It's speaking to me.
Hear all my words,
just let it be.
Think not of sorrow
or of your pain,
be ready the morrow,
to restart life again.