there’s a secret

about running

& how it freezes time

here’s a run poem

about yesterday

twinge

running

one

two

three

four

w/ankle

ruminating

down

sidewalk

thru

the copse

around

& back

twinge

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yesterday when we were running we were looking hard for snakes and nearly missed the fawn and doe by the silos

my daughter said “look”

I looked up from my achy legs

& patterned breathing

into the eyes of a fawn

silent under a weeping tree

her mother reclined in the shadows

of the grain elevators below the osprey nest

I always want to write about the deer & we see them often

here is my poem ‘grand coulee dear’ in The Gorge Literary Journal

 

Grand Coulee Dear

 

she is

hello hola ciao

from the pacific northwest

near grand coulee dam

near lake roosevelt

the rerouted & toned down columbia

constance schultz

is

from a large family

is a writer

uses stream of consciousness often

was born in the 60’s

practices a form of running that is sometimes mostly walking

did not learn to drive until her 20’s when a boyfriend let her loose in a bumpy field with an old truck

 

going to continue to improve &

revise this page herself writing art stuff & carrying a battered notebook

& pen