hands down

In the green light, you've tried
And I wanted to hug you for about
seven seconds.

Asked many questions that bounced
off the tile, echoed shallow
and disappeared

A second strike at happiness
the time to claw for it
Drop of something
that drives you to write

This elixir that cements
your human mouth and seizes
your heart
as you cross the finish line.

Would it be enough to see
the line right there?
Is it worth clambering over others,
smashing your Asics into their
lower jaws? Tears spurt.

You can ask.