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Second Son

    I’m running
    Third leg
    Long relay
    Baton sweaty
    Burning chest.

    I hand off
    My hands
    Hits track and
    Into sunlight
    My son runs

    The moment
    His head
    Exited the canal
    His eyes
    Told me

    Rest
    Breathe
    Father
    The race
    I will finish.