Feb. 15, 2024
The old Chuck Berry Christmas song fills my head as I hear
her lay out her plans for her move, “Run Rudolph Run” she fleeing something I can’t
see at a distance, yet clearly overwhelming from where she sits, this need to flee
overpowering her need to be where she is, where we all assumed she was happy, a
sudden dash for safety and yet, as she says, something coming on for a long
time, yet sooner than expected, Run Rudolph Run, as fast as her feet can fly,
going where whatever or whomever it is can’t reach her, though as in the past,
the shadow of this thing clings to her heels, haunting her, making her need so
much more to hurry.
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