When I Saw How Fast My Father Could Run

by Sean Kinneen
Second Prize, Poetry

When I saw how
fast my father
could run,
sprinting
up the quiet
street, legs
pumping
hard, shoes
splashing
on the wet
pavement,
the sun
shining
on his sweaty
face, I stood
up and watched
him go
faster
than I had ever seen
and haven’t seen since.

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