The Midnight Olympics

Sprint girl
I will race you
Not to win
But to spur you on

And I don’t know about you
But I will look
flapping ridiculous
Without a little support
For my worn out
Chest
And the heart which ponders
Why we run across this warrior’s field
Nearly empty

Just as once we would have done,
With our priceless daughters.

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