Sports Day

A poem

Over razor green blades you fly,
With unleashed mind.
Running shoes, infused by Hermes’ blister blood.
Chalk line ahead,
Rare sun above.
And those you love,
Your pride, on the side.

And steps behind,
A friend-veneered foe,
He’s just better, you know?
A work hard, play hard, rock hard,
Stag-of-a-lad.
Gaining on you.

And your feet know your mind,
And your mind knows the fables,
Of giant-killers and underdog winners,
And you could, yes, you, could…

But you yield.

Snagged by expectation.
Cold feet in resignation,
As he takes your line.
Everything is right and fine,
Stickered with the lie,
That just to try,
Is as succulent as the win.