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Recovery run! Poem.

971st! My official ranking for last Sundays half marathon. Out 2,353 runners lol not too bad, I’ll take it! 

Today was just a nice flat run along the river for 11k. Just wanted to make sure I could still use my legs.

Planning a mountain run with a friend later in the week, but no races this weekend! 

Came across this poem by an author I am not familiar with but enjoyed reading.

A Place in the Country


Toi Derricotte1941

We like the houses here.
We circle the lake turning
into dark cleavages, dense-packed gleamings.
We could live here, we say.
We’re smiling, but thinking
of the houses at the last resort:
The real estate agent looked surprised
when she saw Bruce’s face; then flipped 
quickly through the glossy pictures—
I’m sure you won’t like this one;
I can tell it’s not your kind.

Our house in Essex Fells
took a year to sell and sold
to a black family. A friend explained,
once a house is owned
by black people, they’re the only ones
they’ll show it to. Do we want to live
some place with a view
overlooking the politics? 
When we pass
an exit named “Negro Mountain,” 
Bruce smiles and jerks the wheel
as if we almost missed our turn. 
Why must everything we want
come by stealth? Why is every road
in this bright country furnished
with its history of hatred? Yet
we keep smiling, driven
by a desire beyond the logic
of if we can afford it,
and whether we would love
or hate it if we did buy.

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