She Runs

Her toes are dancing with excitement, like a tango inside
her shoes. She sways like a willow in the whirling wind;
her palms perspiring against the handlebars. 

 Having a staring contest with the path; 
imagining the weight of the golden prize. 

With the blazing sun, the horns cry.  
Her feet, they pedal. 
Her heart, it soars.