by Stephen Jones
What a sport, where marathoners run
for the sake of running, where fans and
well-wishers stand and wait for hours
and cheer – often without regard for favorites.
Then the unspeakable happened in Boston,
and even more sacrifice and heart unfurled –
this time in the midst of devastation and
tragedy. I watched in disbelief, staring at
the unblinking television, at the play-by-play
news coverage and thought: “They run for joy,
with unbent spirit. Now they run to each other.
No teams – just pure, shared, giving humanity.”
I am a Yankee fan – have been since a child –
but on April 15, 2013, I rooted for Boston.
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