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Sport 43: 2015

The Win

page 45

The Win

Finally releasing
The champagne from the fury
They become boys again, an immense slackening innocence
Of being loved,
And waving and doing laps under the lights.
We gaze.
A thousand faces in the shallows.
We collide. We die. We run around and try.
And home. Where there is never anywhere to hide.
Our faces are coins in a fountain.
Our balloons have gone everywhere.