after Brodak to Cho
You have to belong. If no one
Except famed winners of a race
Belong, then it was only them,
All along, running with no one,
Running alone, losing to wind
That ran faster than them, losing
To any bird above their heads,
Losing to the deer they startled,
To mere squirrels scampering away.
You have to belong to this line
Of slow-footed bipeds, people
Pushing in chairs, people lining
The route with sandwiches or just
To point, laugh, ignore, or cheer you
Since they know that they belong, too.
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