Poetry · Writing

Trust your training~

last

heat of the season-

trust your training~

finish line

waves in a mirage

cameras panning

around the crowd

& racers-

a mix of sweat and water

dripping, sizzling on the scorched track.

Ladies & gentlemen, w are about to being

the main event!

one more win

one more

trust your training~

This is

WAC Men’s 100-meter dash

finals!

worn runners kiss the starting block

daggers at #6

flex at #4

trust your training~

finger dig rubber

crowd screams silent

white lines

pistol-

Fault!

#4-

water bottles scattered-

trust your training~

howling

to the sun across

trust your training~

prying lenses-

towel over his head

resting on his coaches chest-

trust your

training~

crowd silent

block to the left

empty

white lines

pistol

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