Faster.

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Faster.
Standing at the top of a race course,
Enduring the bitter cold for one shot at first place.
Don’t think,
Faster.
Five more till me!
I should be up there already.
Deep breaths,
Faster.
Crackle,
Bib number 39 down call patrol
My heart skips a beet, I know her.
Don’t think,
Faster.
Teetering before a steep drop
Carful don’t trip the wand
Don’t think.
3
2
1
Faster.
Push, Skate, Tuck,
Left, Right, Left
Red, Blue, Red
Jump.
Fly.
Finish.
Faster.





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