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On Running or Not Running the Portland Marathon

Feet don’t hurt until they do

I might have found this out years ago Reading Wittgenstein But I’m a slow learner Better with bones than books No stress Fracture The doctor can confirm in the x-rays But that doesn’t mean There isn’t one there he says Leading us Deep into the Rumsfeldian territory Of known & unknown unknowns But the territory I want to explore isn’t abstract It’s Portland Where I’m registered to run the marathon In two months For the first time In twelve years Seven hard miles On fast cement And no shoes Is the only metaphysics that matters Now I don’t doubt My pain I can’t Run or find my way home To the unknown known Of Portland rain some fall When feet meet ground & there is nothing more Not to know

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