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Writer's pictureAnu Okikiolu

Poem #280 Race ran wrong


Somedays, I'm so focused on running my race

I miss everything else.

I'm running a million miles per hour

with my shoelaces untied

and my mind's off to parts unknown.

Your voice, like everything else

goes unheard in the middle of my singular focus.


My Shepard teach me how

to hear/listen to your voice always.

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