Submitted by: Jeremy Friedman
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To stop spreading the virus,
social distancing has defeated the long-distance run
This year the New York City Marathon is gone
There will be no feet chasing feats on the urban streets
Canceled by concerns over conditions of contagion
Like Wimbledon across the pond
Winnerless with no 2020 edition
Now November will know no richness
in imagery of masses crossing over bridges
shoes pounding pavement of the 5 boroughs
making new history in the old new city
Staten Island will be static only
where the pack would’ve started the journey
Manhattan’s eyes will see no man or woman champion
triumphantly traversing the ribbon, the finish line
26.2 miles of hope, heart, agony, exhaustion,
groans growing into satisfaction, tired smiles
There may be virtual runs running on digital apps,
but no real-life bites at the Big Apple road track
No chance to be a part of it this year
Only apart from it
No race by skyscraper buildings
in the place defined by competition
No just-happy-to-finish stragglers
No runners-up running late, if only by seconds
Like commuters scrambling to catch a train
at the same location on any other day
In the City that never sleeps
where everything is measured in numbers
this year health measures were needed, so more don’t fall sick
And the race’s clock won’t ever start to tick
Jeremy Friedman is a lawyer and poet, whose poetry profile is online at www.PoetLawyerate.blogspot.com.
Featured Image: Museum of the City of New York
