Geoffrey Cooper

The Race


Sweat drops
Legs shake in the starting blocks
Fingers tremble
 
Stomach in a knot
Legs shoot forward
Arms pump like a train
 
One hurdle down, I've got a shot
Legs float over
Tip Toes lunge the body forward
 
Three hurdles down, two more, not a lot
Legs ache but heart races
First place never felt so good
 
Last hurdle for the pot
Legs give out
Face hits the ground inches before finish
 
Get up!
Legs are too weak




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