photo image by Stacey Warde
In June there was a shot—
The screen door banged open
and the race began.
All summer we were in and out
until running was a ceremony
in which we ran back and forth
across the years,
the screen door waving goodbye.
Running, you think:
“We have all summer,
and even a day can seem long.”
Some days summer lasts forever.
Mine banged open and closed.
—Nicholas Campbell
