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Watching strikers hit paper
My story begins
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Push firmly on keys
Watching strikers hit paper
My story begins
Lone cloud standing guard
Protecting the mountain top
Preparing to strike
Sandy dry creek bed
Quiet steps, still mountain air
Deafening silence
Strung across the line
Bodies perfectly balanced
Birds perched on high wires
Cold spring morning fire
Sunrise obscured by damp clouds
Dew holds on to hope
Fog descends from high
From low from all directions
Wraps us in stillness
Feet flexing in sand
Body shivers in crisp air
Ache for starter’s gun
Watch ancient trees pass
Hear my breath as feet shuffle
It’s calm on the trail
Bodies grope, legs kick
Churning water surrounds me
Break free from the pack
Reach long with the left
Pull back, propel forward, kick
Reach right, head left, breathe