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Run From The Gun
The gun went up, cocked and loaded,
. My body tightened involuntarily.
FIrst one whistle,
I steadied my twitching legs.
Then another,
It was too late to go back.
BANG!
Violently my body surged forward.
Rounding the first turn,
My spikes dug into the accepting foam track.
A step beyond the second,
The white lines on beige began to blur.
Striding the backstretch,
A man shouts--Loosen up your arms,
The third tum in sight,
To my left an abandoned long-jump pit.
Laboriously into the third turn,
A longer stride quickens my pace.
Past the pemlanent steeple chase and into the fourth,
Full of might I charge forward.
The final straightaway,
My body lost all feeling, I screamed at full stride.
Across the golden tape,
Emotions peaked to a convulsion--
VICfORY.
B. Keith Heinzmann
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