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     I spit in the river like a boy,

     but nobody saw me,

     I made sure of that.

     I was dry

     after running across the field,

     with lungs heaving

     and mouth powdery.

     It was like that, and I stopped

     on the bridge to quench my thirst

     by staring at the water.

 

     So I spit.

 

     It was white and chalky swirling

     in black water 'till it caught the

     current and was lost in the foam

     over rocks and broken twigs.

     I watched beyond what I saw,

     and no one else saw or spoke except

     a catbird on the railing.

In 2006, I won the Robert Frost Poetry Award for the best poem written in the "spirit of Robert Frost." The prize was given by the Frost Foundation of Lawrence, Mass. Visit the Foundation here.
 
Below is the award winning poem.