Alexi Pappas Gives Beautiful Insight Into A Competitive Runner’s Spirit
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Sorry, I Missed Your Race Due to Rain
A clover flower
is lovely alone,
but wallflower in a field.
There, a slow mover
might hover low
and notice.
But he may miss
altogether the clover
whose mustered all
oomph to sprout
that fourth petal.
Then the lawn mower might
eat them all up—
a shame. The whole
show for nothing—
as a race,
requires a world of effort,
but may or may not
be missed.
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