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Amit Parmessur
Elisavietta Ritchie
Donal Mahoney
Fahredin Shehu
Richard Kostelanetz
Alex Ferde
Michelle Bailat-Jones
Duane Locke
Chris Lord
Nahshon Cook
Al Ortelani
Shutta Crum
Ajibola Tolase
Silvia Scheibli
Laszlo Slomovits
Emmanuel Samson
Lyn Lifshin
Running Cub
Nikita Parik
Alan Britt
John Grey
Bhisma Upreti
Paul B. Roth
Jennifer Burd
Sunday Michael
Michael H. Brownstein
Burd
Ali Znaidi
Richard Gartee
Kanev Peycho
Fred Wolven
Petraq Risto
Carolyn Elias
Alabi Oyedeji
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Francis Ferde
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STRANGERS
A man is running hard
to catch the bus that just left.
It’s picking up speed but he
pulls even and raps on its side
and a woman by the window
yells at the driver who stops
and opens the accordion door.
But the man does not get on —
he points back to an old woman
who has not run a step
in a very long time
shuffling towards the bus.
Nor does he leave until
he’s helped her up the step,
then starts walking back
slowly
still breathing hard
towards us who are
waiting for a different bus.
What can we, a group of
strangers,
do at a time like this?
A time in its own tiny way
like
when Billy Mills simply devoured
the last 50 yards of the
10,000 meters
or when Joan Benoit, after nearly 26 miles,
came steady-striding into the
stadium
and all of us strangers stood up and cheered.
Laszlo Slomovits, Ann Arbor