Inside of me I see a building. A coliseum made out of stone blocks.
There is a semicircle cut out of the top and I can see inside-
A red ring with a green rectangle in the center.
Runners take your mark
 
I smell burnt rubber and the brisk spring air that comes after a white season.
This hula-hoop has weeds growing up from areas where grass meets rubber
Weeds so thin, frail, and tall dance in the night.
Long fingers waiting to pull everyone but the gold into the cool, dark air-
Ready
 
Numbers range from 1 to 8 in between white lines
Similar to a freeway or railroad tracks
There are little red orbs that encompass this structure.
Like small grains of red coarse sand it leaves imprints
On my right knee.
Fingers form diamonds
Set
 
It’s an indescribable excitement.
Thunderous roars come from the bleachers.
Shadows form the stampede of bulls racing down the track.
I see my coach with a bulky block on a black string necklace.
Yelling out numbers that I cannot quite understand.
Go
 
Only this time I see two shoes.
Shoes sized four with a pink swoosh
Laces tied not once but twice.
The shadow beside them grows into a circle.
The world goes black.
And everyone would say that it was only a dream.