Theresa Daly - Marathon

Love runs
in all directions
around the
able bodied young.

What they know of love,
how to stay inside
the lane,
runs no deeper
than their
twelve or
twenty years.

It slips quietly in,
something finally
kicks;
it drags them
to their
knees.

Theresa Daly

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