Cross the Line

I cross the line
With worried winded final push
Uphill slog, eye on the time
Water bottle’s empty slug
Wipe a salted brow
Ignore the blisters my toenails dug
Scamper to the music
Plug in ears, plug in my tunes
Feeling alive my gliding gate cruise
Herded storming bovine
We are off in a burst
I cross the line

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Day 28 of the NaPoWriMo Challenge. Today’s challenge is to write a poem that tells a story. But here’s the twist – the story should be told backwards. The first line should say what happened last, and work its way through the past until you get to the beginning.

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