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| No Alaskan car window is complete with out these! |
Windshield Stars
on the radio
the anniversary of the Boston bombing
fragments fly at my face
an explosion of white
from the tractor-trailer
I close my eyes for a moment
the dust clears
the only scars
the only scars
small stars on my windshield
a marathon from home
just a short distance
by car
but on foot
bloodied, chaffed, dehydrated
a different story
fear is a pressure cooker and
distance from loved ones
grows with each moment
each foot step
each fragment that flies
in our face
driving, running, living
the finish lines have blurred
the stars brilliant and growing
silver threads around our hearts
leave me wondering when
we will wear safety glass
in this new race
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