Like Under the Early Morning Trees (1978), this free-verse prose-poem about a girl who runs neither goes astray nor stretches very far. Adoff makes a high spot of sorts of the running girl's winning her climactic, closing race (""i am making the breeze/ i am the breeze/ i am the race""). But his early attempts to lift the prose are weak (running on the sidewalk before school in the morning, ""in my head i am the panther on the plain""). And however valid, the feminist grievance he slips in (""at the track i hold my faded uniform against the brand-new shirts and pants the boys are wearing"") is too perfunctory to rouse any but a knee-jerk response. Topical, yes.