Voices on the Wind Ambiguous Voices
Running (for Linda P. Campbell) by Wilda Morris I cross the bridge, not too briskly. Where the sidewalk meets the dirt path a cautionary voice whispers if I turn up missing later. . . . Somewhere past the mile marker the footsteps start - another runner, his pace slightly faster than mine passes me, slows to a walk, steps off into the grass. I notice the dark goatee, the orangish tab at the top of the right-hand pocket. Though carrying pepper spray I feel vulnerable. I want to believe Iíll run there again. Should take the risk?