Untitled - February 14, 2002

By the merest of seconds,
the fear that hides
around the next corner
of ribboned ice
slides away
like the fast
of luge sliders
hurtling
down the slick track.

Faster and faster,
everyone moves
to deliver 
on that golden moment
where lose
was conquered 
by hope.

Separated by the distance
of a pinkie
between first
and oblivion,
spirits soar
on that last word: go!