Desire  by Nancy Schatz Alton

He said, There’s still time.

I held his words.

Where does desire live?

Within my tightly coiled calf muscles.

These legs that ran the playground parameter twice.

One mile, 3pm.

There’s still time.

Another 4th of July.

One more song on the radio

that lights me up.

If I hold his promise

within my center

I can play the piano with my want

until I’m ready

To run again.

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