ANNE

Willowy runner

poised at the line.

Resolute eyes

intent on the gun.

Anxious feet

ready to run.

Wild chestnut hair

flies in the sun.

Slender brown arms catch the tape proud

she steals a shy glance at the stadium crowd.

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