Philadelphia Marathon, 2014--poem from 2012
Water stop, twenty-one
miles
Hands, touching hands,
reaching out
for water, Gatorade, communion of the weary, sweet
Caroline lyrics mixing in with hands reaching out cups,
some knocked away, spilled, imperfect contact.
They stream by, bones
now aching, footsteps slowing, eyes
reaching eyes, cups drained, then leave us, our guests,
breaking
sometimes into dance and song, touching—
Gangnum style, lip sync, air mike, street theatre, hands
clapping—
that which, in a dream
last summer,
brought them to this space.
Diane McManus
Dpmcmanus50@gmail.com
Written after 2012 Philadelphia Marathon--some of the music changed this year, but the feeling remains the same.
posted by DPMcManus @ 3:15 AM
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