The Race
Emilie, Age 16, Eagle River, WI

Pull push, push pull,
Breathe… breathe,
Away from tears, away from trouble,
Through the brush, between the trees.

Searching for purpose,
For talent, for place,
Pulling ahead of those who impose
The position I hold in the race.

Reach out, reach back,
Sink feet in harder.
The finish in sight: attack, attack—
Give all that is left, catch the front-runner.

With a gush of relief my foot crosses over.
Breath comes heavy and fast.
Gently a hand is placed on my shoulder,
“Well done, well done. How was it?” he asked.

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