As I run I see a doorway with a woman
Walking out with her walker, walking
Toward me, toward wherever she is going.
Thinking nothing, ignoring mostly,
The woman walking as I’m running.
Interrupted as I go, feet hit paved street
Walker shuffles slow, she looks at me
Says to me, “good morning,” of course
I say, “good morning” to the aged
Crippled woman. Age makes foreign
What is not: another woman. More on
My side than on hers. She sees me more
As she sees herself and she worries for
Me—barely woman running lonely.
“Be careful. Oh be careful” she calls out
Caring as I’m running by the doorway
Along the road away, alone.
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