Barracking Us On

It’s not all full down there
She said
Or words to that effect

I took it as a cue
To try harder
Go for gold if you will

She was a cheering stranger
Probably all I needed
Upping my pace

Staying within the lanes
The baton change was perfect
After dreaming about it

Smooth & long
Hand to hand
Whipping through the breeze

Punishing us
For holding back
For lack of flow

For want of danger
Let the sweat out!
Poor fools

Strain every muscle
Within and complete
If they fail so be it!

Hear the sounds of her