After the five-ring
circus of their sex
she draped herself in
no-one’s flag, had
no medals around her
neck, heard
no applause or cheers
from
non-existent
spectators, was not
judged or awarded
points or
penalised for some
minor infringement,
but still
sweated, dripped,
struggled to
catch her breath,
needed badly to
rehydrate, looked
forward to a
possible repechage.
(Image used by kind permission of
Holden-and-Camille.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The
poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)
I'm so pleased that this photo received so much love and affection from our followers, but no feedback was anywhere close to being as delightful as this! Thank you so much! ~C
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