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Published: Sat Jul 1 2006
Diego Isaias Hernández Méndez, Convertiendse en Characoteles / Sorcerers Changing into Their Animal Forms (detail), 2013, oil on canvas. Arte Maya Tz’utujil Collection.
To the Sprinter

I wait now

for a better time, when you have lost a drop

of your beauty, when you might perceive better

what you leave

by dying.

If not from within the lung, then in some other external way, while you’re           climbing a rock,

I’ll kill

whatever, isn’t that what you say to one another—whatever

youth is a bell, it announces itself

over the yards and lawns of others standing in the ordinary day

and its sound

reminds me of you, young runner—

blue, lit-up dash—

in the stadium race and darkness.

Christine Garren is the author of three collections of poetry, most recently The Piercing (Louisiana State University Press, 2006). A Los Angeles Times Book Award finalist and NEA Fellowship recipient, she was born in Philadelphia and has lived in Greensboro, North Carolina, since 1979. (updated 6/2010)

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