Cartwheels And Bobsleighs

Planted on the hill
The city below
Lights twinkling and stuttering
Cluttered and tumbling
Bodies on bodies
In every corner
In the cold
That had set in without warning
She held her arms
Tight to her chest
Feeling the ribs
A cavern for her innermost
She blinked the frost tips
Her breath dragon-smoke
And placed one foot
In front of the other
And the steps gathered pace
To a hip-splitting sprint
Cartwheels and bobsleighs
Bells ringing
From her childhood
Cheeks ruddy
Throat dry
And a mounting joy
As the distance behind
Overtook the distance in front
Her race won
She kept on running
looking for the next finishing line

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