Righteous Do Oversby Kathleen M. McNamara"Ran that marathon too slow, Walked too much," he said. Pissed me off, definitely Not the thing to say to The one who finished With him holding hands. On the flight home I said, "We should do it over, Run our own race." Back in Honolulu again Two years later I didn't Walk until mile 20. He finished 18 minutes Ahead of me, cheered Me on from the sidelines. This time, both happy. Still running. New Orleans boondoggle, Another's spouse attached herself, Tagged along to Antoine's For a lunch I'd planned For me alone, Minus mindless prattle. Only way to make it right, Do it over, go once more. Antoine's survived the storm. Still, how would I feel now if I'd not gone again, and again Until I'd achieved that Simple but illusive chimera, Sit alone, yet be in the middle Of time and history in a Picture perfect New Orleans. ©Kathleen M. McNamara Kathleen McNamara lives in the San Francisco Bay area with her husband of 38 years and three cats. Her work has been published in Runner's World, Cat Fancy, Catholic Digest, Timber Creek Review,and several issues of L'Intrigue. |