Great exercise, walking into your resistance.
The dog’s ears blown back like golden sails.
The last quarter mile is the hardest.
Then, unexpectedly, you cease your assault.
For a second, I pretend you’re a conquered foe
and that I’m the master of
Nature.
About The Author
Dana Zimbleman
A veteran English and History faculty member, Dana Zimbleman has worked in community colleges in Alabama, Colorado, Illinois, Missouri, and Washington. She and her husband Mike enjoy traveling, target shooting, and spoiling their Golden Retriever Mr. Darcy.
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