The Sprint.
Walk up into the crowd.
The silence embarks.
Foot on the line.
Crouches,
Stretches,
Breathes,
Steady’s into position.
Wobbles a bit.
Grips hands.
Peering at the finish line
Gaining sweat already.
And waits
Waits
And waits
A big SNAP fills the air.
Bolts past
His legs
Vibrate,
Wobble,
Quiver,
Pounds upon the track.
He trembles.
And
Stumbles upon the finish line.
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