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Into the day
without an opponent
Oh where's the feeling for victory
without and enemy
Why even
the one who gets ahead of me in line
or the one who beats me to my pace
or who accidentally rips my page
are not enemies
merely strangers
whom I'd like to tread on
and casually brush away
I ought to do what brother
John did
chop down tress
or should I pick my fight
with words
and become a poet?

Irwin R. Shaw - November 13th 1985