Flight
speed across smooth cement
reaching up to hold and kiss you
wind
resisting the slice of your body through the night
the grip of the sphere in your conquering hand
almost there
legs pump
smooth strides toward victory
imagination sparks
laughter calls
Exhilaration goeth before a fall
I sigh and mark another takedown.
- Chris Glass "The Motorball Oracle"
Thursday, May 7, 2009
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