The Glass Mountain Reflections on the NYC Marathon.
To win the Big Apple,
The glass mountain you must climb.
Its slippery slopes reflects your hopes
Its subtle, cruel, sublime.
The smoothness of its surfaces
Belies the perilous ease
That lulls your pace into speed’s excess
Until the moments’ seize
Which shatters your race
Leaving you in a place
Where time is slowly fleeting
So treat this prize
With cautious eyes
So we can celebrate next Meeting!
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