chills course through veins and bones
over hill and dale through bodies waiting
patient to put themselves through pain unknown.
traveling themselves from far off
breezeways opened through shimmering harriers
frigid anticipation for the final call
layers fall to hardened ground
stripped to shimmering skins
lightest of light spiked toes urging to rip the earth
the call is made
runners to your mark
silence. thunder.
no noise by runners heard
only fight. and push off the line.
gliding through the race they go...
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