Gun
Blam! The starter's gun!
Twelve hungry men leap forward
Blaze through acrid smoke.
One
The Man leads them out
Elbows fly, jostling bodies
The Pack streams behind.
Two
A Rabbit jumps out
Another tight on his heel
The Pack compensates.
Three
Watch clicks and Coach grunts
Thundering down the back stretch
The Man plus two, rise.
Four
Ding-ding! The bell lap
Two surge, find another gear
The Pack gasps, splinters.
Tape
Desperate bodies lean
The finish tape snaps!
Floating gentle t'earth.
[kind of a haiku homage to Quentin Cassidy]
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