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Racing the Setting Sun

Caught far away from home
Lost in the twisted webs of the land
A turn, a sprint,
Racing the setting sun.

Daring Sol to catch him,
He races 'cross the land
Racing, flashing past all others;

The sun descends
Home approaches
Nearing the finish
Nearing the climax
Near ..

The race is lost
The sun is down
But the excitement remains.

Written April or May, 1986.

I was a dozen kilometers from home on one of my usual bike routes. The poem says the rest.


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