A flash of silver somthing in the sunlight.
The whirr of a bicycle chain, green ground rushing past.
Green treetops hem the clouds in the blue of the sky.
My shirt is warmed by the sun,
my breath is hot on my lips.
Fast - my breath, the ground, my feet.
Loud wind cools my sweat,
and water is not far.
When finished, and quenched,
I win.
Nicely written. It reminds me of "Sebastian's Roller Skates" by Joan de Déu Prats. It is the story of a boy who learns to win by not giving up!
ReplyDeleteI concurr... short but gets the message across. Love it! Nice work.
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