For Sid
I wish I could send you the smell Of running in the spring Lilacs , freshly cut grasses in all those places You and I used to run and then walk Early on Sunday mornings Until you moved and then you fell And couldn't do it any longer at 94 I run by the S curve, the mascara house And the place you said prostitutes probably lived Familiar places we ran by until you couldn't I think of you and your last marathon at 81 Your last half at 89 and how proud you were Other runners wanted their picture taken with you, The oldest half marathoner they knew They were inspired, we all were There were then a lot of 5k and 10k runs still left The last senior games at 94 would by your last After having done every single one since they began You fell and hurt your head and didn’t remember I saw you a few times in that nursing home One last time in February before Covid You were walking fast with your walker around the other patients Some had vacant stares, others were ...