To Finish Well

I am done with another school year. Huzzah! Have a good summer everyone!
Go SMSP 2007!
God bless.

"Finish Line"
by Neil Mullins

One white stripe
Is all that separates him
From the awaiting taste of victory
(And consequential hype).

His lungs, how they strain,
His heart, how it aches at this;
But his arms and legs
Are like a well-oiled machine.

And then it's ten strides,
Five strides, two strides, none,
With the snap of the finish tape
No looking back, he's done.

The roar of the crowd
Feels like an ovation from heaven
Yet, to the spectators' dismay
They cannot find the runner from lane seven.

Where is the runner?
Look past the faces of glee
To find that he is on his bed, at home
Knowing he is finally free.