Waiting at the finish

Mile 26, almost there
Coming my way
in your memorized stride
I feel I own it
Nothing on your face
in distance
But joy!
Wait! it wasn't a smile
something more in the lift of your being
The victorious fist raised
as banner of achievement
Closer, closer
with movement of the core
and other fluid parts
meeting in agreement
Satisfying my patience
I know now
You have done well
Shall we celebrate?
I need not ask

So proud of our own real life hero.

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