The Final Sprint

This is a poem that I wrote while crossing the George Washington bridge during a thunderstorm sometime last week. Such storms are quite awe-inspiring – flashes of light illuminating the city skyline whilst suspended over the fog-covered Hudson river…Enjoy…

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A translation of Haig’s “The Final Sprint”

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