The Prize


People work so hard being vague to not commit, they flee,
in a rush. Their goal will soon be won,
the dreaded we will be unrequited to a solitary me.

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Entering into the Haiku Challenge helped me to get even and well. Miami Heat's leaps, dunks, and foul shots became mine; basketball transferred a rhythm into my neurons that MS couldn't touch.