November 26, 2008
Posted by simpsoka
remembering why i run – a poem for k. switzer
by John Linscott ‘Twas the night before Boston and all through the Pru, The rumors were thick in the land of beef stew. At noon on the morrow one would break the hex, A runner would run-of the opposite sex. A girl in the race? The thought troubled Jock’s slumber. To add insult to injury-she [...]
