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Sunday morning sunshine
Air alive with early morning briskness
My feet hit the pavement anxious with anticipation
for the quiet of a long run
My heart is bursting with excitement
as my legs move smoothly over the hills
At last at the crest of “The Killer”
I remove a layer
The heat of my arms basking in the high star
The finish is too soon, I think
Arriving home I hear the voices
of loved ones breaking the fast
We are renewing a childhood tradition
In a different incarnation
Grown-up, sharing the ritual
with the girls they love
We are filled with glee
Refreshed, we hit the road
But not before stopping for that cup of joe
And then the reverie is broken
He appears:
AN INTRUDER
INVADER, INFIDEL
INFECTION, INFESTATION
Our blood was once on his hands
We grapple with this infelicitous situation
My heart races and my hands shake
I move away yet stay put
My protectors keeping him at bay
Polite, they speak in superficial tones
Pretending to be mannered
All the while seething at the reminder
of his emotional destructions
At last they come for me
surrounding me as we depart
We breathe deeply
Freed again
Delighted that the orchard awaits our pickings
Sipping and Singing and Celebrating
Moving onward and forward
Knowing our lives are full and empty of him